James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
May 6An Uninscribed Monument on One of the Battlefields of the Wilderness
By Herman Melville (18191891)
S
(Whose home is in yon piny wood)
What I, though tableted, could never tell—
The din which here befell,
And striving of the multitude,
The iron cones and spheres of death
Set round me in their rust,—
These two if just
Shall speak with more than animated breath—
Show who beholdest, if thy thought,
Not narrowed down to personal cheer,
Take in the import of the quiet here—
The after-quiet—the calm full fraught!
Thou too wilt silent stand,—
Silent as I, and lonesome as the land.