a poem written by Herman Melville in MAY 1865
commemorative of the dissolution of armies at the peace
What power disbands the Northern Lights
After their steely play?
The lonely watcher feels an awe
Of Nature's sway,
As when appearing,
He marked their flashed uprearing
In the cold gloom --
Retreatings and advancing,
(Like dallyings of Doom),
Transitions and enhancings,
And bloody ray.
The phantom-host has failed quite,
Splendor and Terror gone --
Portent or promise -- and gives way
To pale, meek Dawn;
The coming, going
Alike in wonder showing --
Alike the God,
Decreeing and commanding
The million blades that glowed,
The muster and disbanding --
Midnight and Morn.
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