Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom There's many a warrior laid, And many a nameless and lonely tomb Is sheltered beneath your shade. Old trees, old trees! without pomp or prayer We buried the brave and the true, We fired a volley and left them there To rest, old trees, with you. Old trees, old trees! keep watch and ward Over each grass-grown bed; 'Tis a glory, old trees, to stand as guard Over the Southern dead; Old trees, old trees! we shall pass away Like the leaves you yearly shed, But ye, lone sentinels, still must stay, Old trees, to guard "our dead". | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS MIRACLE by LIBERTY HYDE BAILEY RETURN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |