Under the willow, the Gray. The generous deed was done, The morning sun-rays fall, Broidered with gold, the Blue, So with an equal splendor, The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

Also, is gives an end to the Civil War in a peaceful way: “Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.”  It shows that even though this was the bloodiest and bravest battle, everyone can come together; in this case, by mourning for the dead soldiers of BOTH sides and admiring their courage. All with the battle-blood gory, I loved your lines, aptly shared, "the South would rise no more!"
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So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drop of the rain: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Wet with the rain, the Blue, Wet with the rain, the Gray. With a touch impartially tender, Or the winding rivers be red;

So with an equal splendor, This poem is written about the end of the Civil War. Alike for the friend and the foe; Make comments, explore modern poetry. Under the roses, the Blue, These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat,

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Wet with the rain, the Gray. responsiveVoice.speak("By Francis Miles Finch BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. This poem is written about the end of the Civil War. By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the GrayThese in the robings of … Robert Lowell, ‘ Walking in the Blue ’. on Dec 16 2018 05:29 PM x edit . responsiveVoice.speak("By Francis Miles Finch BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){ Thank you for sharing this poem with me.

I chose this poem because it in a way, equalizes the winners and the losers. Hailed as a national classic from the moment of its publication in 1867, this poem is perhaps the most touching and expressive of all the "reconciliation poems" written after the War's end. Under the sod and the dew, Sadly, but not with upbraiding, Or the winding rivers be red; I thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated your poem.

No braver battle was won: No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! English Male Voice Under the other, the Gray. }else{ BY the flow of the inland river, There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. This is boss! Under the one, the Blue, From the silence of sorrowful hours: The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers: A like for the friend and the foe: 20: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray. }; Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the blossoms, the Blue Under the garlands, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Asleep are the ranks of the dead: The Blue And The Gray poem by Francis Miles Finch. Under the willow, the Gray. Solid writing.

Great history lesson!

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Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. Posted by eawrap on November 16, 2011 in Civil War Poetry. Tears and love for the Gray. American Female Voice So, when the summer calleth, << Listen to This Page (Does not work on some devices.

Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. No more shall the war cry sever, Lovingly laden with flowers By the flow of the inland river, So with an equal splendor, The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray. a shacknofsky - Thank you .

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Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Perhaps his best known poem, "The Blue and the Gray", written in remembrance of the dead of the American Civil War, was inspired by a women's memorial association in Columbus, Mississippi, who on April 25, 1866 tended the graves of Confederate and Union soldiers, treating the dead as equals despite the lingering rancor of the war. All of them were some mother's son, some woman's husband or some child's father. American Male Voice My father's great-grandparents had a cemetery set aside in north Alabama, and when a skirmish left both Blue and Gray dead, they buried them all in their cemetery. From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The Blue and the Gray. It shows the comparison of the “blue” and the “gray”, representing soldiers of the North and the South. By Francis Miles Finch. Join today for free! Waiting the judgment-day;

Mellowed with gold, the Gray. I've gotta add it to my list of favorites. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. The azure day makes the poet’s blue window bleaker in this masterly poem, written by one of the leading Confessional poets who turned his personal battles with depression and mental illness into some of the most honest and powerful poems of the twentieth century. The cooling drip of the rain: So, with and equal splendor The morning sun-rays fall, So, when the summer calleth,

( Log Out /  BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. The desolate mourners go, Waiting the judgment-day; Hailed as a national classic from the moment of its publication in 1867, this poem is perhaps the most touching and expressive of all the "reconciliation poems" written after the War's end. Abraham Lincoln has always been my favorite president. Waiting the judgment-day;

provided at no charge for educational purposes. listenButton3.onclick = function(){ It was inspired by the following brief news item, which appeared in the New York Tribune: "The women of Columbus, Mississippi, animated by nobler sentiments than many of their sisters, have shown themselves impartial in their offerings made to the memory of the dead. Top of Page | Next Poem", "US English Female"); I've read many books about his life, since I was a child. Great job! Under the laurel, the Blue, On the blossoms blooming for all: Under the one, the Blue, He was honoring the war, the dead, the North and the South. }else{ From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray. Waiting the judgment-day;