Herman Melville

Healed of my hurt,
I laud the inhuman Sea—Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine

Children of my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and
Her rainbow over life and time,
Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you

The grass shall never forget this grave
When homeward footing it in the
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him"Shall hearts that beat no base
In youth's magnanimous years - Ignoble hold it, if
When interest tames to fears;
Shall spirits that worship

For Graves at Pea Ridge,
Let none misgive we died amiss  When here we strove in furious fight:
Furious it was; nathless was this  Better than tranquil plight,
And tame surrender of the

The cavalry-camp lies on the slope Of what was late a vernal hill,
But now like a pavement bare—An outpost in the perilous wilds Which ever are lone and still; But Mosby's men are there — Of Mosby best beware
Great trees the troopers fel...

Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on the green,
Shenandoah

The Ancient of Days forever is young,  Forever the scheme of Nature thrives;
I know a wind in purpose strong--  It spins _against_ the way it drives
What if the gulfs their slimed foundations    bare
So deep must the stones be

Happy are they and charmed in life  Who through long wars arrive
At peace
To such the wreath be given,
If they unfalteringly have striven —  In honor, as in limb, unmarred

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
But Form—the Site;
Not innovating wilfulness,
But reverence for the Archetype

Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never
His ancient brutal claim

About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be