Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYON, by HERMAN MELVILLE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Some hearts there are of deeper sort Last Line: Where prophets now and armies greet pale lyon. Subject(s): American Civil War; Springfield, Missouri, Battle Of (1861); U.s. - History | ||||||||
Some hearts there are of deeper sort, Prophetic, sad, Which yet for cause are trebly clad; Known death they fly on: This wizard-heart and heart-of-oak had Lyon. "They are more than twenty thousand strong, We less than five, Too few with such a host to strive." "Such counsel, fie on! 'Tis battle, or 'tis shame;" and firm stood Lyon. "For help at need in vain we wait -- Retreat or fight: Retreat the foe would take for flight, And each proud scion Feel more elate; the end must come," said Lyon. By candlelight he wrote the will, And left his all To Her for whom 'twas not enough to fall; Loud neighed Orion Without the tent; drums beat; we marched with Lyon. The night-tramp done, we spied the Vale With guard-fires lit; Day broke, but trooping clouds made gloom of it: "A field to die on," Presaged, in his unfaltering heart, brave Lyon. We fought on the grass, we bled in the corn -- Fate seemed malign; His horse the Leader led along the line -- Star-browed Orion; Bitterly fearless, he rallied us there, brave Lyon. There came a sound like the slitting of air By a swift sharp sword -- A rush of the sound; and the sleek chest broad Of black Orion Heaved, and was fixed; the dead mane waved toward Lyon. "General, you're hurt -- this sleet of balls!" He seemed half spent; With moody and bloody brow, he lowly bent: "The field to die on; But not -- not yet; the day is long," breathed Lyon. For a time becharmed there fell a lull In the heart of the fight; The tree-tops nod, the slain sleep light; Warm noon-winds sigh on, And thoughts which he never spake had Lyon. Texans and Indians trim for a charge: "Stand ready, men! Let them come close, right up, and then After the lead, the iron; Fire, and charge back!" So strength returned to Lyon. The Iowa men who held the van, Half drilled, were new To battle: "Some one lead us, then we'll do," Said Corporal Tryon: "Men! I will lead," and a light glared in Lyon. On they came: they yelped, and fired; His spirit sped; We levelled right in, and the half-breeds fled, Nor stayed the iron, Nor captured the crimson corse of Lyon. This seer foresaw his soldier-doom, Yet willed the fight. He never turned; his only flight Was up to Zion, Where prophets now and armies greet pale Lyon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by HARRY MACARTHY LEE'S PAROLE by MARION MANVILLE THE SURRENDER OF NEW ORLEANS by MARION MANVILLE THE LITTLE ODYSSEY OF JASON QUINT, OF SCIENCE, DOCTOR by THOMAS MCGRATH A CANTICLE: SIGNIFICANT OF NATIONAL EXALTATION CLOSE OF WAR by HERMAN MELVILLE A GRAVE NEAR PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE |
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