Category: Poetry
“_Why of War, O thou that lovest rather Peace of roses in a rain-sweet garden, Peace of moonlit silver-heaving waters, All the lovely looks of little children? What strange mandate Bids thee sing of War, who lovest these things?_
“_Why of War, O thou that lovest rather Peace of roses in a rain-sweet garden, Peace of moonlit silver-heaving waters, All the lovely looks of little children? What strange mand...
2. Part 2Suddenly out of the wood, with a swift and resolute movement, Over the long slow slope of the hollowing plain to the eastward, Swept the tried Virginians, the war-seasoned soldi...
3. Part 3Forth from the channel they came,-- Adventure of despair!-- Each stately and splendid name Foredoomed to thunder and flame, Foredoomed to ruin and fame, But the Admiral was not...
4. Part 4_Again the summer days beside the sea: The billowing of the russet-feathered grass In the warm wind; the shadow of clouds that sail; The orange field-flower flaming like a torch...