Excerpt from Verses Dim phantom forms swift passed me by And misty horses reared and fell; Bed drops of blood and tattered flags, Then martial notes I knew so well. When lo! The place was filled with light; I stood alone in the vaulted room; But ne'er a whisper, ne'er a moan From those so near in the creeping gloom. No sign whate'er to make me think I had aught but dreamed of that battle-scene, Except some silken tattered flags From niches gazing down serene. W. G. S. Or quincy. October, 1900. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.