"RHYMES"
APPARENTLY COMPOSED DURING THE EARLY MONTHS OF THE CIVIL WAR
SOWN sparsely through earth's lifetime there are hours That teem with giant forms of novel powers; When from an idler century's budding gloom The petals of an epoch burst to bloom, Vaguely revealing to the questioning skies Anthers and spikes of unfamiliar dyes; When through life's growing woof, run suddenly, Threads, dim — presageful of the fate to be, And omens darkly from the distance stray, Like orient splendors out of morn's dull gray, Whispering low, as gather from afar The vague foreshadows of the distant war, The war-cries heavy with the hate of years The murmurous clashing of the myriad spears; Omens that presage not the honest fields Where alien mottoes mark opposing shields,