ALONG the planetree-dappled pearly street, Full flooded with the gay Parisian light, I watch the people gather, left and right, Far off I hear the clarion shrilling sweet; Nearer and nearer comes the tramp of feet; And, while the soldiers still are out of sight, Over the crowd the wave of one delight Breaks, and transfigures all the dusty heat. So have I seen the western Alps turn rose When the reflection of the rising sun Irradiates all their peaks and woods and snows. Even so this various nation blends in one As down the street the sacred banner goes, And every Frenchman feels himself its son! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |