THE muffled drum was heard In the Pyrenees by night, With a dull, deep rolling sound, Which told the hamlets round Of a soldier's burial-rite. But it told them not how dear, In a home beyond the main, Was the warrior-youth laid low that hour By a mountain-stream of Spain. The oaks of England waved O'er the slumbers of his race, But a pine of the Ronceval made moan Above @3his@1 last, lone place; When the muffled drum was heard In the Pyrenees by night, With a dull, deep rolling sound, Which called strange echoes round To the soldier's burial-rite. Brief was the sorrowing @3there@1, By the stream from battle red, And tossing on its waves the plumes Of many a stately head: But a mother -- soon to die, And a sister -- long to weep, Even then were breathing prayers for him In that home beyond the deep; While the muffled drum was heard In the Pyrenees by night, With a dull, deep rolling sound, And the dark pines mourned around, O'er the soldier's burial-rite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE SEEING A STRANGE WOMAN DEAD by A. G. BECKMANN PSALM 3; WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM; AUGUST 9, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |