Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the shadow on your green, Shenandoah! The cut is on the crown (Lo, John Brown), And the stabs shall heal no more. Hidden in the cap Is the anguish none can draw; So your future veils its face, Shenandoah! But the streaming beard is shown (Weird John Brown), The meteor of the war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DINNER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |