'A soldier of the Union mustered out,'
Is the inscription on an unknown grave
At Newport News, beside the salt-sea wave,
Nameless and dateless; sentinel or scout
Shot down in skirmish, or disastrous rout
Of battle, when the loud artillery drave
Its iron wedges through the ranks of brave
And doomed battalions, storming the redoubt.
Thou unknown hero sleeping by the sea
In thy forgotten grave! with secret shame
I feel my pulses beat, my forehead burn,
When I remember thou hast given for me
All that thou hadst, thy life, thy very name,
And I can give thee nothing in return.
Wow! What can I say? This poem makes me finally feel accepted in today's society. What i would do to speak to Longfellow in person ROFL!
i liked it, but, i think ducks in a pond type poems are more me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Acknowledging the ultimate piece of a fellowman. What a selfless thought. The thread of humanity runs deep.