<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Released Rebel Prisoner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">June, 1865</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Armies he's seen--the herds of war,<br>But never such swarms of men<br>As now in the Nineveh of the North--<br>How mad the Rebellion then!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet but dimly he divines<br>The depth of that deceit,<br>And superstitution of vast pride<br>Humbled to such defeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seductive shone the Chiefs in arms--<br>His steel the nearest magnet drew;<br>Wreathed with its kind, the Gulf-weed drives--<br>'Tis Nature's wrong they rue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face is hidden in his beard,<br>But his heart peers out at eye--<br>And such a heart! like a mountain-pool<br>Where no man passes by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thinks of Hill--a brave soul gone;<br>And Ashby dead in pale disdain;<br>And Stuart with the Rupert-plume,<br>Whose blue eye never shall laugh again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hears the drum; he sees our boys<br>From his wasted fields return;<br>Ladies feast them on strawberries,<br>And even to kiss them yearn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He marks them bronzed, in soldier-trim,<br>The rifle proudly borne;<br>They bear it for an heirloom home,<br>And he--disarmed--jail-worn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home, home--his heart is full of it;<br>But home he never shall see,<br>Even should he stand upon the spot:<br>'Tis gone!--where his brothers be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cypress-moss from tree to tree<br>Hangs in his Southern land;<br>As weird, from thought to thought of his<br>Run memories hand in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he lingers--lingers on<br>In the City of the Foe--<br>His cousins and his countrymen<br>Who see him listless go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herman+Melville">Herman Melville</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409981" data-title="The Released Rebel Prisoner de Herman Melville" data-description="June, 1865 Armies he's seen--the herds of war, But never such swarms of men As now in the Nineveh of the North-- How mad the Rebellion then! And yet but dimly he divines The depth of that deceit, And superstitution of vast pride Humbled to such ..."></div> </div> </div>

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