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Poem
November 7, 1862
New York Daily Tribune
New York, New York County, New York
What is this article about?
A reflective poem on autumn leaves stained red by the blood of soldiers sacrificed for the nation's freedom, blending natural beauty with somber thoughts of war and loss.
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The Red Stain on the Leaves.
[For The N. Y. Tribune.]
The wood-bird's nest upon the bough
Deserted hangs, and heaped with leaves.
Once filled with life and joy, but now.
Sad as a stricken heart that grieves.
Amid the light of such a scene,
Where silent vales and hills are clad
In gayest hues of gold and green,
Why should the human heart be sad?
Yet somber thoughts flit through the mind,
And pass unspoken and unsung,
As leaves, touched by the Autumn wind
Fall from the twigs to which they clung.
Here, like the patriarch in his dream,
Who saw the ladder angels trod,
The mountains to our vision seem
To lean against the throne of God.
The veils of golden mist that rise
Over the wood-lands to the sea,
Drop where the gallant soldier lies,
Whose furlough is eternity.
Upon the leaves now sear and red,
That once were flakes of fire to me,
I see the blood our armies shed,
That our dear country might be free.
GEO. W. BUNGAY.
[For The N. Y. Tribune.]
The wood-bird's nest upon the bough
Deserted hangs, and heaped with leaves.
Once filled with life and joy, but now.
Sad as a stricken heart that grieves.
Amid the light of such a scene,
Where silent vales and hills are clad
In gayest hues of gold and green,
Why should the human heart be sad?
Yet somber thoughts flit through the mind,
And pass unspoken and unsung,
As leaves, touched by the Autumn wind
Fall from the twigs to which they clung.
Here, like the patriarch in his dream,
Who saw the ladder angels trod,
The mountains to our vision seem
To lean against the throne of God.
The veils of golden mist that rise
Over the wood-lands to the sea,
Drop where the gallant soldier lies,
Whose furlough is eternity.
Upon the leaves now sear and red,
That once were flakes of fire to me,
I see the blood our armies shed,
That our dear country might be free.
GEO. W. BUNGAY.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
War Military
Patriotism
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Autumn Leaves
Soldiers Blood
Civil War Sacrifice
National Freedom
War Elegy
What entities or persons were involved?
Geo. W. Bungay.
Poem Details
Title
The Red Stain On The Leaves.
Author
Geo. W. Bungay.
Subject
Reflection On Soldiers' Sacrifice For Freedom
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Abab Scheme
Key Lines
Upon The Leaves Now Sear And Red,
That Once Were Flakes Of Fire To Me,
I See The Blood Our Armies Shed,
That Our Dear Country Might Be Free.