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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT THE BULLET SANG, by FRANCIS BRET HARTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O joy of creation / to be! Last Line: Lieth there so cold? Alternate Author Name(s): Harte, Bret Subject(s): Bullets; Death; Holidays; Memorial Day; Dead, The; Declaration Day | |||
O JOY of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won, Though its smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, -- the one Born for me! I shall know him where he stands, All alone, With the power in his hands Not o'erthrown; I shall know him by his hands By his godlike front and grace; I shall hold him for a space, All my own! It is he -- O my love! So bold! It is I -- all thy love Foretold! It is I. O love! what bliss! Dost thou answer to my kiss? O sweetheart! what is this Lieth there so cold? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by JOSEPHINE MILES MEMORIAL DAY FOR THE WAR DEAD by YEHUDA AMICHAI MEMORIAL DAY by MICHAEL ANANIA AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |
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