  Down on Gov’nors Island, Ivy etched and chill, Hollow as a halo, There is Castle “Bill.” Once the pride of outfits— Prisoners under guard, Form for evening roll-call In the castle yard. Sentries with their side arms, Counting, one by one, While the twilight tarries For the sunset gun. Miles away the music Soundeth at parade Chanting of Cochita, Filipino maid; Chanting of Cochita Of Corregidor; Piping of the palm trees ’Long Lunetta shore. Dusty gunners listen, Lead and chain and wheel; Long ago Manila Held them all to heel; Boys from all battalions, Saberless and still, Waiting on a sunset— Down in Castle “Bill.” |
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