STILL and dark along the sea Sumter lay; A light was overhead, As from burning cities shed, And the clouds were battle-red, Far away. Not a solitary gun Left to tell the fort had won Or lost the day! Nothing but the tattered rag Of the drooping rebel flag, And the sea-birds screaming round it in their play. How it woke one April morn Fame shall tell; As from Moultrie, close at hand, And the batteries on the land, Round its faint but fearless band Shot and shell Raining hid the doubtful light; But they fought the hopeless fight Long and well (Theirs the glory, ours the shame!), Till the walls were wrapped in flame, Then their flag was proudly struck, and Sumter fell! Now -- oh, look at Sumter now, In the gloom! Mark its scarred and shattered walls. (Hark! the ruined rampart falls!) There's a justice that appals In its doom; For this blasted spot of earth Where rebellion had its birth Is its tomb! And when Sumter sinks at last From the heavens, that shrink aghast, Hell shall rise in grim derision and make room! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE ESCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |