I stood alone where sleep the dead Of many a nation's brave and fair. There came no sound to mar the calm; There came no stir of morning air. But up from mounds where markers white Stand guard of all that sleeping host, There came the truth for which they died; The whole as one -- each man his post. Yet we of all the world who live, Can do a greater deed than they, By keeping from each nation's door The curse of war. Let live who may! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BEWILDERMENT by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |