Collected poems of Herman Melville | ||
ON THE GRAVE OF A YOUNG CAVALRY OFFICER KILLED IN THE VALLEY OF VIRGINIA
Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends—Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he
Whom here low violets veil from eyes.
But all these gifts transcended be:
His happier fortune in this mound you see.
Collected poems of Herman Melville | ||