Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FORGOTTEN, by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Forgotten! Can it be a few swift rounds Last Line: For the old time's return! Subject(s): American Civil War; United States - History | ||||||||
FORGOTTEN! Can it be a few swift rounds Of Time's great chariot wheels have crushed to naught The memory of those fearful sights and sounds, With speechless misery fraught -- Wherethro' we hope to gain the Hesperian height, Where Freedom smiles in light? Forgotten! scarce have two dim autumns veiled With merciful mist those dreary burial sods, Whose coldness (when the high-strung pulses failed, Of men who strove like gods) Wrapped in a sanguine fold of senseless dust Dead hearts and perished trust! Forgotten! While in far-off woodland dell, By lonely mountain tarn and murmuring stream, Bereaved hearts with sorrowful passion swell -- Their lives one ghastly dream Of hope outwearied and betrayed desire, And anguish crowned with fire! Forgotten! while our manhood cursed with chains, And pilloried high for all the world to view, Writhes in its fierce, intolerable pains, Decked with dull wreaths of rue, And shedding blood for tears, hands waled with scars, Lifts to the dumb, cold stars! Forgotten! Can the dancer's jocund feet Flash o'er a charnel-vault, and maidens fair Bend the white lustre of their eyelids sweet, Love-weighed, so nigh despair, Its ice-cold breath must freeze their blushing brows, And hush love's tremulous vows? Forgotten! Nay: but all the songs we sing Hold under-burdens, wailing chords of woe; Our lightest laughters sound with hollow ring, Our bright wit's freest flow, Quavers to sudden silence of affright, Tonched by an untold blight! Forgotten! No! we cannot all forget, Or, when we do, farewell to Honor's face, To Hope's sweet tendance, Valor's unpaid debt, And every noblest Grace, Which, nursed in Love, might still benignly bloom Above a nation's tomb! Forgotten! Tho' a thousand years should pass, Methinks our air will throb with memory's thrills, A conscious grief weigh down the faltering grass, A pathos shroud the hills, Waves roll lamenting, autumn sunsets yearn For the old time's return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VISIT TO GETTYSBURG by LUCILLE CLIFTON AFTER SPOTSYLVANIA COURT HOUSE by DAVID FERRY ACROSS THE LONG DARK BORDER by EDWARD HIRSCH WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE |
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