AFTER THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM

And the chestnuts hâve ripened the summer though, Still as the love in your eyes of bkie — NelHe — dear NelHe, corne ! »

Night on the battle-plain stained with gore, Night in the eyes now closed for aye ;

But a morning bathes a nightless shore

Where a maiden watches and wàits no more,

Nor a wife sits mute by a cottage-door, With a child that forgets to play.

July 1863.

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