Herman Melville

“ Look, through the pines what line comes on?
⁠Longstreet slants through the hauntedness?
'Tis charge for charge, and shout for yell:
⁠Such battles on battles oppress—
But Heaven lent strength, the Right strove well,
⁠And emerged from the Wilderness. ”

“ Like the Pleiads dim, see the tents through the storm—
⁠Aloft by the hill-side hamlet's graves,
On a head-stone used for a hearth-stone there
⁠The water is bubbling for punch for our braves.
What if the night be drear, and the blast
⁠Ghostly shrieks? their rollicking staves
Make frolic the heart; beating time with their swords,
⁠What care they if Winter raves?
⁠Is life but a dream? and so,
⁠In the dream do men laugh aloud? ”