Thou who beholdest, if thy thought,
Not narrowed down to personal cheer,
Take in the import of the quiet here—
The after-quiet—the calm full fraught;
Thou too wilt silent stand—
Silent as I, and lonesome as the land.
On Sherman’s Men
who fell in the Assault of Kenesaw Mountain, Georgia.
They said that Fame her clarion dropped
Because great deeds were done no more—