Shiloh: A Requiem-英文诗词

Shiloh: A Requiem_英文诗词

Shiloh: A Requiem

by Herman Melville

Skimming lightly， wheeling still，

The swallows fly low

Over the field in clouded days，

The forest-field of Shiloh——

Over the field where April rain

Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain

through the pause of night

That followed the Sunday fight

Around the church of Shiloh——

The church so lone， the log-built one，

That echoed to many a parting groan

And natural prayer

Of dying foemen mingled there——

Foemen at morn， but friends at eve——

Fame or country least their care：

（What like a bullet can undeceive！）

But now they lie low，

While over them the swallows skim，

And all is hushed at Shiloh.

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