THE stage was set, the house was packed, The famous troop began; Our laughter thundered, act by act; Time light as sunbeams ran. Dance sprang and spun and neared and fled, Jest chirped at gayest pitch, Rhythm dazzled, action sped Most comically rich. With generals and lame privates both Such charms worked wonders, till The show was over -- lagging loth We faced the sunset chill; And standing on the sandy way, With the cracked church peering past, We heard another matinee, We heard the maniac blast Of barrage south by Saint Eloi, And the red lights flaming there Called madness: Come, my bonny boy, And dance to the latest air. To this new concert, white we stood; Cold certainty held our breath; While men in the tunnels below Larch Wood Were kicking men to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |