Ethel Lynn Beers

"All quiet along the Potomac to-night, No sound save the rush of the river, While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead— The picket ’s off duty forever."

"Calmer than midnight's deepest bush Is the sun-bright Summer nooning, With its cloudy shadows seeking rest, That fall on the hillside swooning. Great Night with its solemn starry eyes, Over Day's gate asks us whither We go, what our password is, To the camp beyond the river. ..."