Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The Soldiers DreamThomas Campbell (17771844)
O
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain,
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track:
’Twas autumn; and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young:
I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
From my home and my weeping friends never to part:
My little ones kissed me a thousand times o’er,
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.