WHERE Buttermilk Channel doth seek to beguile Diffident margins of Governor's Isle, There is a fortress all bastioned and chill, Known to the army as old "Castle Bill." There are occasions when soldiers may smile; Not in that castle on Governor's Isle; Not in the cloisters where sentries abound; Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground. Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers, Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers; They have gone onward to zones of desire, Scorning all theories of musketry fire; They have advanced to civilian vales, Building new barracks for sweet nightingales. Yet they revert in their leisure sedate, Seeing in visions that old castle gate; Still they remember their days in the mill— Down in the casemates of old "Castle Bill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON |