Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARLINGTON, by ARTHUR W. UPSON Poet's Biography First Line: No tap of drum nor sound of any horn Last Line: Like the surrendered sword of memory. Subject(s): Arlington National Cemetery | ||||||||
NO tap of drum nor sound of any horn Shall call them now from this unbattled height; No more the picket dreads the traitor night, Nor would the marcher tired delay the morn. Fell some upon the field with victory torn From weakening grasp; and some before the fight, Doomed by slow fevers or the stray shot's spite; And some, old wounds through quiet years have worn. And all are folded now so peacefully Within her breast whose glory was their dream From her own sanguine fields, from isles extreme, From the long tumult of the land and sea Where lies the steel Potomac's jewelled stream Like the surrendered sword of Memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT ARLINGTON by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE LITTLE STONES; REMEMBERING A SIGHT OF ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETARY by BARBARA YOUNG ARLINGTON CHRONICLES by EDMONDE HADDAD ON A MILITARY GRAVEYARD by KENNETH REXROTH UNKNOWN SOLDIER ARMISTICE DAY AT ARLINGTON by GRANTLAND RICE TOMB OF THE KENNEDYS by SANDOR WEORES A MOTIVE OUT OF LOHENGRIN by ARTHUR W. UPSON A SONG OF LOVE AND YOUR DREAMS by ARTHUR W. UPSON ABSENCE AND PRESENCE by ARTHUR W. UPSON |
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