Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WRAITHS, by EDYTHE C. TONER First Line: Hosts of the martyred dead! Last Line: "thus die ... Thus die?" Subject(s): Death; Ghosts; Social Protest; Soldiers; Supernatural; War; Youth; Dead, The | ||||||||
Hosts of the martyred dead! In dreams I see them pass Pale, wistful shadows In their march Upon the soundless grass. And gleaming with the lustre Of a star strewn sky, I see long rows Of glistening stones Which mark the place of rest Of these Who now pass by! I hear no sound of music But a muffled drum Beating a slow retreat. ... A bugle in the distance Calling: "Come!" And back in the void they go, These sad, reproachful young And silent wraiths. Then: From out the cool-gray depths Of darkling forest glen Which held these lads Within its drear retreat I hear a cry! Ceaseless ... Moaning ... Wavering ... As the eternal billows' hollow beat Upon the shore which bounds The longing Sea From out the melancholy distance Floating ... Echoing ... Sighing ... Back to me! "Why ... Why ... Why ... Should we who were so young And so in love with life, Thus die ... Thus die?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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