The poem is a eulogy to the riders. Reminds me of Longfellow's Evangeline,
"this is the forrest primevil." Both the dactylic meter and the
alliteration of w and h heighten the sadness within the poem. This one of my
favorites; I especially love the words he selected for his rhyme scheme. You can
feel the harp strings pull at your heart.
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Of so divine a Loss
We enter but the Gain,
Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.
--Emily
Dickinson
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