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William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс)

The Two Wives

THE COLONEL rode by his picket-line
  In the pleasant morning sun,
That glanced from him far off to shine
  On the crouching rebel picket’s gun.

From his command the captain strode        
  Out with a grave salute,
And talked with the colonel as he rode:—
  The picket levelled his piece to shoot.

The colonel rode and the captain walked,—
  The arm of the picket tired;        
Their faces almost touched as they talked,
  And, swerved from his aim, the picket fired.

The captain fell at the horse’s feet,
  Wounded and hurt to death,
Calling upon a name that was sweet        
  As God is good, with his dying breath.

And the colonel that leaped from his horse and knelt
  To close the eyes so dim,
A high remorse for God’s mercy felt,
  Knowing the shot was meant for him.        

And he whispered, prayer-like, under his breath,
  The name of his own young wife:
For Love, that had made his friend’s peace with Death,
  Alone could make his with life.

William Dean Howells's other poems:
  1. In Earliest Spring
  2. The Song the Oriole Sings
  3. The Sarcastic Fair
  4. What Shall It Profit?
  5. Vision

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Two Wives ("I waited at home all the while they were boating together")

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