There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The Saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away! Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory! Behold the keenest marksman- The most accomplished host! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY TO FORTUNE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |