Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear, As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones; The old will feel the weight of mossy stones; The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear. It is the tread of armies marching near, From scarlet lands to lands forever pale; It is a bugle dying down the gale; It is the sudden gushing of a tear. And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors; And romp of spirit children on the pave; It is the tender sighing of the brave Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars; It is such sound as death; and, after all, 'Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 6 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |