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 | 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 | |