THE softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth; And, where the thunders of the fight were born, The wind's sweet tenor in the standing corn; With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam, And blue skies bending over love and home. But still the thought: Somewhere, -- upon the hills, Or where the vales ring with the whip-poor-wills, Sad wistful eyes and broken hears that beat For the loved sound of unreturning feet, And, when the oaks their leafy banners wave, Dream of the battle and an unmarked grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |