Shiloh: A Requiem-英文诗词

Shiloh: A Requiem-英文诗词

　　Shiloh: A Requiem_英文诗词

　　Shiloh: A Requiem

　　by Herman Melville

　　Skimming lightly， wheeling still，

　　The swallows fly low

　　Over the field in clouded days，

　　The forest-field of Shiloh——

　　Over the field where April rain

　　Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain

　　through the pause of night

　　That followed the Sunday fight

　　Around the church of Shiloh——

　　The church so lone， the log-built one，

　　That echoed to many a parting groan

　　And natural prayer

　　Of dying foemen mingled there——

　　Foemen at morn， but friends at eve——

　　Fame or country least their care：

　　（What like a bullet can undeceive！）

　　But now they lie low，

　　While over them the swallows skim，

　　And all is hushed at Shiloh.