THEY have waited, waited yonder, Through the lapse of the passing years— Chiefs of a vanished nation, And the South and cavaliers— They have waited for his coming, Last of the sons of Mars, Last of the grayclad horsemen, Who followed the Stars and Bars! @3Oh, what memories of battle, Oh, what tales of bygone pride, When Marse Robert greets Marse Henry, On the shores of the Other Side!@1 Oh, the days of Life's young springtime, And the bugle calls that are gone— The flash and the crack of the rifles, In the mists of the cloudy dawn! Oh the dead, dead dreams of glory, (With the troopers ranged a-row) Oh, the flush of war and conquest, Sixty long years ago! @3Wheeler, Morgan, and Forrest, Leaders flame-tested and tried, Have waited long with Marse Robert, In the camp on the Other Side!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PIKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ASOLANDO: BAD DREAMS by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A NIGHT IN THE FISHERMAN'S HUT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |