We found him dead one morn between the sheets . . . The veterans of his legions came and took; And there was martial music down the streets, And at the grave the reading of the Book, -- Unto the earth they gave him with his sword, With the rent flag of battles south and west; And his commission (laid across his breast) Bore name of Lincoln, as his overlord. So let me leave him: he was old and ill, And his white house had wrought upon his brain; So let me leave him, or as hearing still His talk of Shakespeare even in his pain . . . Good night, grim comrade (a deep sleep be thine!), Whose own wife went the way of mine -- of mine. . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PSALM 5. VERBA MEA AURIBUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |