previous next

42. on guard.

At midnight, on my lonely beat,
     When shadows wrap the wood and lea,
A vision seems my view to greet
     Of one at home that prays for me.

No roses bloom upon her cheek--
     Her form is not a lover's dream
But on her face so fair and meek
     A host of holier beauties gleam.

For softly shines her silver hair,
     A patient smile is on her face;
And the mild, lustrous light of prayer
     Around her sheds a moon-like grace.

She prays for one that's far away--
     The soldier in his holy fight--
And begs that Heaven, in mercy, may
     Protect her boy and bless the Right.

Till, though the leagues lie far between,
     This silent incense of her heart
Steals o'er my soul with breath serene,
     And we no longer are apart.

So, guarding thus my lonely beat,
     By shadowy wood and haunted lea,
That vision seems my view to greet
     Of her. at home, who prays for me.

Camp Cameroi

--Harper's Weekly.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: