Happy Death
Bugle and battle-cry are still, The long strife's over; Low o'er the corpse-encumbered hill The sad stars hover. It is in vain, O stars! you look On these forsaken: Awhile with blows on blows they shook, Or struck unshaken. Needs now no pity of God or man ... Tears for the living! They have 'scaped the confines of life's plan That holds us grieving. The unperturbed soft moon, the stars, The breeze that lingers, Wake not to ineffectual wars Their hearts and fingers. Warriors o'ercoming and o'ercome, Alike contented, Have marched now to the last far drum, Praised, unlamented. Bugle and battle-cry are still, The long strife's over; Oh, that with them I had fought my fill And found like cover!
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"Bugle and battle-cry are still,..."
This evocative piece by John Frederick Freeman, titled "Happy Death", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...