As I sat musing by the frozen dyke, There was one man marching with a bright steel pike, Marching in the dayshine like a ghost came he, And behind me was the moaning and the murmur of the sea. As I sat musing, 'twas not one but ten -- Rank on rank of ghostly soldiers marching o'er the fen, Marching in the misty air they showed in dreams to me, And behind me was the shouting and the shattering of the sea. As I sat musing, 'twas a host in dark array, With their horses and their cannon wheeling onward to the fray, Moving like a shadow to the fate the brave must dree, And behind me roared the drums, rang the trumpets of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by WILLIAM BLAKE TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |