Hanging from the beam...

By Herman Melville

Hanging from the beam,

Slowly swaying ( such the law ),

Gaunt the shadow on your green,

Shenandoah!

The cut is on the crown

( Lo, John Brown ),

And the stabs shall heal no more.

Hidden in the cap

Is the anguish none can draw;

So your future veils its face,

Shenandoah!

But the streaming beard is shown

( Weird John Brown ),

The meteor of the the war.