21 Dec 2017
Still, like muffled drums
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Life is but an empty dream.
In the world’s broad field of battle.
Foot prints on the sands of time.
As humble plants by country hedgerows growing
Someone was before me at my water-trough;And I like a second comer waiting.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do.
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water trough:
And lifted his head dreamily as one who has drunken.
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black, seeming to lick his lips.
Off-hand like - just as I - Was out of work - had sold his traps –
Writhed like lightning and was gone.
For he seemed to me like a king, Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the under world
Dust thou art, to dust returnest
O captain! My captain! Our fearful trip is done The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the ‘bugle’ trills'.
Exult! O shores! and ring, O bells!
And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the vale profound,