On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia

A poem by Herman Melville

Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends--
Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he
Whom here low violets veil from eyes.
But all these gifts transcended be:
His happier fortune in this mound you see.

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