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- # CHATTANOOGA
## Overview
"CHATTANOOGA" is a poem by Herman Melville, appearing as a chapter within the poetry collection [John Marr and Other Poems](arke:01KG8AJ5CWVMSM9AY2938E996H). The poem was extracted from the file [john_marr_and_other_poems.txt](arke:01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4). It is located between the poems [THE HOUSE-TOP](arke:01KG8AJJ08EXJEEBMRPJDF29K1) and [ON THE PHOTOGRAPH OF A CORPS COMMANDER](arke:01KG8AJJ0JQS66V67NT5ZKRS5V) within the collection.
## Context
[John Marr and Other Poems](arke:01KG8AJ5CWVMSM9AY2938E996H) is part of the larger [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The text file [john_marr_and_other_poems.txt](arke:01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4) was processed using structure extraction methods to identify individual poems and other structural divisions within the work.
## Contents
The poem "CHATTANOOGA" describes the Battle of Chattanooga, fought in November 1863 during the American Civil War. The poem depicts the Union army's assault on Confederate positions, focusing on the bravery and sacrifice of the soldiers. It references General Grant and vividly portrays the scene of soldiers scaling the mountain slopes under fire, culminating in the capture of the crest and the retreat of the Confederate forces. The poem also reflects on the cost of victory, acknowledging the soldiers who died in the assault.
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- CHATTANOOGA
November, 1863
A kindling impulse seized the host
Inspired by heaven’s elastic air;
Their hearts outran their General’s plan,
Though Grant commanded there—
Grant, who without reserve can dare;
And, “Well, go on and do your will,”
He said, and measured the mountain then:
So master-riders fling the rein—
But you must know your men.
On yester-morn in grayish mist,
Armies like ghosts on hills had fought,
And rolled from the cloud their thunders loud
The Cumberlands far had caught:
To-day the sunlit steeps are sought.
Grant stood on cliffs whence all was plain,
And smoked as one who feels no cares;
But mastered nervousness intense
Alone such calmness wears.
The summit-cannon plunge their flame
Sheer down the primal wall,
But up and up each linking troop
In stretching festoons crawl—
Nor fire a shot. Such men appall
The foe, though brave. He, from the brink,
Looks far along the breadth of slope,
And sees two miles of dark dots creep,
And knows they mean the cope.
He sees them creep. Yet here and there
Half hid ’mid leafless groves they go;
As men who ply through traceries high
Of turreted marbles show—
So dwindle these to eyes below.
But fronting shot and flanking shell
Sliver and rive the inwoven ways;
High tops of oaks and high hearts fall,
But never the climbing stays.
From right to left, from left to right
They roll the rallying cheer—
Vie with each other, brother with brother,
Who shall the first appear—
What color-bearer with colors clear
In sharp relief, like sky-drawn Grant,
Whose cigar must now be near the stump—
While in solicitude his back
Heaps slowly to a hump.
Near and more near; till now the flags
Run like a catching flame;
And one flares highest, to peril nighest—
_He_ means to make a name:
Salvos! they give him his fame.
The staff is caught, and next the rush,
And then the leap where death has led;
Flag answered flag along the crest,
And swarms of rebels fled.
But some who gained the envied Alp,
And—eager, ardent, earnest there—
Dropped into Death’s wide-open arms,
Quelled on the wing like eagles struck in air—
Forever they slumber young and fair,
The smile upon them as they died;
Their end attained, that end a height:
Life was to these a dream fulfilled,
And death a starry night.
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