With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
The dark with bright.
In silence deep the legions stream,
With open ranks, in order true;
Over boundless plains they stream and
gleam-
No chief in view!
Afar, in twinkling distance lost,
(So legends tell) he lonely wends
And back through all that shining host
His mandate sends.
The Night March
Herman Melville
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Poem topics: dark, lonely, lost, night, silence, deep, bright, true, order, open, view, salute, distance, shining, stream, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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