"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. ..."
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19th-century poets from the United StatesWomen authors from the United StatesPoets from New York (state)
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"Noonday Rest" (1869; published in All Quiet Along the Potomac and Other Poems, 1879).
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Ethel Lynn Beers
Ethel Lynn Beers (January 13, 1827 – October 11, 1879) was an American poet best known for her patriotic and sentimental Civil War poem "All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight".
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