IT seemed to be but chance, yet who shall say That 't was not part of Nature 's own sweet way, That on the field where once the cannon's breath Laid many a hero cold and stark in death, Some little children, in the after-years, Had come to play among the grassy spears, And, all unheeding, when their romp was done, Had left a wreath of wild flowers over one Who fought to save his country, and whose lot It was to die unknown and rest forgot? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN |