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- # Chattanooga.
## Overview
This is a segment of poetry titled "Chattanooga." dated November 1863. It is part of the larger collection "[Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War.](arke:01KG8AJ6FNQ0XKWBY52P8DRPC9)" and was extracted from the file "[battle_pieces_and_aspects_of_the_war.txt](arke:01KG89J1G8S4TRWXNCBRKCRKS8)".
## Context
The poem "Chattanooga." is situated within the context of the American Civil War, specifically referencing events around Chattanooga in November 1863. It is one of many poems in "[Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War.](arke:01KG8AJ6FNQ0XKWBY52P8DRPC9)", a collection that explores various facets of the conflict. This segment follows "[Look-out Mountain. The Night Fight.](arke:01KG8AJMPZ71ZZBNCKKZYP1JJW)" and precedes "[The Armies of the Wilderness.](arke:01KG8AJMQ30RYSMM8AKEVJ5Q7W)". The collection itself is part of the broader "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" archive.
## Contents
The poem vividly describes the Union assault on Chattanooga, focusing on the soldiers' bravery and determination. It portrays the ascent up steep terrain under fire, the strategic positioning of General Grant, and the ultimate success of the Union forces. The text uses imagery of nature and warfare to depict the intensity of the battle, culminating in the capture of the summit and the rebels' flight. The poem also reflects on the sacrifices made, with lines like "Forever they slumber young and fair, / The smile upon them as they died."
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- Chattanooga.
(November, 1863.)
A kindling impulse seized the host
Inspired by heaven’s elastic air;[9]
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
Heap 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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