Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LEFT ON THE BATTLE-FIELD, by SARAH TITTLE BOLTON

Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
LEFT ON THE BATTLE-FIELD, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: What, was it a dream? Am I all alone
Last Line: Heart folded to heart, and face to face.
Subject(s): War

WHAT, was it a dream? am I all alone
In the dreary night and the drizzling rain?
Hist! -- ah, it was only the river's moan;
They have left me behind with the mangled

Yes, now I remember it all too well!
We met, from the battling ranks apart;
Together our weapons flashed and fell,
And mine was sheathed in his quivering heart.

In the cypress gloom, where the deed was done,
It was all too dark to see his face;
But I heard his death-groans, one by one,
And he holds me still in a cold embrace.

He spoke but once, and I could not hear
The words he said for the cannon's roar;
But my heart grew cold with a deadly fear, --
O God! I had heard that voice before!

Had heard it before at our mother's knee,
When we lisped the words of our evening
My brother! would I had died for thee, --
This burden is more than my soul can bear!

I pressed my lips to his death-cold cheek,
And begged him to show me, by word or sign,
That he knew and forgave me: he could not
But he nestled his poor cold face to mine.

The blood flowed fast from my wounded side,
And then for a while I forgot my pain,
And over the lakelet we seemed to glide
In our little boat, two boys again.

And then, in my dream, we stood alone
On a forest path where the shadows fell;
And I heard again the tremulous tone,
And the tender words of his last farewell.

But that parting was years, long years ago,
He wandered away to a foreign land;
And our dear old mother will never know
That he died to-night by his brother's hand.
. . . .
The soldiers who buried the dead away
Disturbed not the clasp of that last embrace,
But laid them to sleep till the judgment-day,
Heart folded to heart, and face to face.

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net