The Mound By The Lake

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Title:     The Mound By The Lake
Author: Herman Melville [More Titles by Melville]

The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone--
Duly the wayside table spread,
With evergreens shaded, to regale
Each travel-spent and grateful one.
So warm her heart--childless--unwed,
Who like a mother comforted.

[The end]
Herman Melville's poem: Mound By The Lake

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