PEACE to the slumberers! They lie on the battle- plain, With no shroud to cover them; The dew and the summer rain Are all that weep over them. Peace to the slumberers! Vain was their bravery! The fallen oak lies where it lay, Across the wintry river; But brave hearts, once swept away, Are gone, alas! for ever. Vain was their bravery! Woe to the conqueror! Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs Of whom his sword bereft us, Ere we forget the deep arrears Of vengeance they have left us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |