THE AGE OF THE ANTONINES
HERBA SANTA
OFF CAPE COLONNA
THE APPARITION
L' ENVOI

Supplement

Poems From Battle Pieces
THE PORTENT
FROM THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS
THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA
BALL'S BLUFF
THE STONE FLEET
THE "TEMERAIRE"
A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE "MONITOR'S" FIGHT
MALVERN HILL
STONEWALL JACKSON
THE HOUSE-TOP
CHATTANOOGA
ON THE PHOTOGRAPH OF A CORPS COMMANDER
THE SWAMP ANGEL
SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK
IN THE PRISON PEN
THE COLLEGE COLONEL
THE MARTYR
REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH
AURORA BOREALIS
THE RELEASED REBEL PRISONER
"FORMERLY A SLAVE"
ON THE SLAIN COLLEGIANS
AMERICA
INSCRIPTION
THE FORTITUDE OF THE NORTH
THE MOUND BY THE LAKE
ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA
AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT
ON THE GRAVE OF A YOUNG CAVALRY OFFICER
KILLED IN THE VALLEY OF VIRGINIA
A REQUIEM
COMMEMORATIVE OF A NAVAL VICTORY
A MEDITATION

Poems From Mardi
WE FISH
INVOCATION
DIRGE
MARLENA
PIPE SONG
SONG OF YOOMY GOLD
THE LAND OF LOVE

Poems From Clarel
DIRGE
EPILOGUE

JOHN MARR AND OTHER SAILORS

JOHN MARR AND OTHER SAILORS

Since as in night's deck-watch ye show,
Why, lads, so silent here to me,
Your watchmate of times long ago?
Once, for all the darkling sea,
You your voices raised how clearly,
Striking in when tempest sung;
Hoisting up the storm-sail cheerly,
_Life is storm--let storm!_ you rung.
Taking things as fated merely,
Childlike though the world ye spanned;
Nor holding unto life too dearly,
Ye who held your lives in hand--
Skimmers, who on oceans four
Petrels were, and larks ashore.

O, not from memory lightly flung,
Forgot, like strains no more availing,
The heart to music haughtier strung;
Nay, frequent near me, never staleing,
Whose good feeling kept ye young.
Like tides that enter creek or stream,
Ye come, ye visit me, or seem
Swimming out from seas of faces,
Alien myriads memory traces,
To enfold me in a dream!

I yearn as ye. But rafts that strain,
Parted, shall they lock again?
Twined we were, entwined, then riven,
Ever to new embracements driven,
Shifting gulf-weed of the main!
And how if one here shift no more,
Lodged by the flinging surge ashore?
Nor less, as now, in eve's decline,
Your shadowy fellowship is mine.
Ye float around me, form and feature:--
Tattooings, ear-rings, love-locks curled;
Barbarians of man's simpler nature,
Unworldly servers of the w