(In memory of R. B.) The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze To terrible golden fury, young and strong He watched between us with dream-dazzled gaze Aflame, and burning like a god of song, As we together stood against the throng Drawn from the midnight of the city ways. To-night the world about us is ablaze And he is dead, is dead.... Yet, young and strong He watches with us still with deathless gaze Aflame, and burning like a god of song, As we together stand against the throng Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS |