I SEE them on their winding way, Above their ranks the moon-beams play, And nearer yet, and yet more near, The martial chorus strikes the ear. They're lost and gone, -- the moon is past, The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast, And fainter, fainter, fainter still, The dim march warbles up the hill. Again, again, -- the pealing drum, The clashing horn -- they come! they come! And lofty deeds and daring high, Blend with their notes of victory. Forth, forth, and meet them on their way, The trampling hoof brooks no delay; The thrilling fife, the pealing drum, How late -- but oh, how loved they come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET: 23. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE by JOHN MILTON DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH PSALM 3. DOMINE QUID MULTIPLICATI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |