Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. America: Vols. XXVXXIX. 187679. | | | | Southern States: Sumter, the Fort, S. C. | | Twilight on Sumter | | Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903) |
| | August 24, 1863 STILL and dark along the sea | |
| Sumter lay: | |
| A light was overhead, | |
| As from burning cities shed, | |
| And the clouds were battle-red, | 5 |
| Far away. | |
| Not a solitary gun | |
| Left to tell the fort had won, | |
| Or lost the day! | |
| Nothing but the tattered rag | 10 |
| Of the drooping Rebel flag, | |
| And the sea-birds screaming round it in their play. | |
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| How it woke one April morn, | |
| Fame shall tell; | |
| As from Moultrie, close at hand, | 15 |
| And the batteries on the land, | |
| Round its faint but fearless band | |
| Shot and shell | |
| Raining hid the doubtful light; | |
| But they fought the hopeless fight | 20 |
| Long and well, | |
| (Theirs the glory, ours the shame!) | |
| Till the walls were wrapt in flame, | |
| Then their flag was proudly struck, and Sumter fell! | |
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| Nowoh, look at Sumter now, | 25 |
| In the gloom! | |
| Mark its scarred and shattered walls, | |
| (Hark! the ruined rampart falls!) | |
| There s a justice that appalls | |
| In its doom; | 30 |
| For this blasted spot of earth | |
| Where Rebellion had its birth | |
| Is its tomb! | |
| And when Sumter sinks at last | |
| From the heavens, that shrink aghast, | 35 |
| Hell shall rise in grim derision and make room! | | | | |
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