The momentum of arms and legs In design of parade, Carries hot bodies of exhausted men, Searching for a golden promise; Columns doubling to a hill Crying for sustenance. Over the hill and far away they pass Spattering mud on white cottages. The rain taps a message -- Presage of sustenance. A woman, listening, Arises from her sleeping child. (He must know no gun.) Cool her face that feels the rain. She plans a play-pen Where the tiger-lilies run A border of gold; and then Beyond her garden-bush, She makes support For trumpet-vines that cling Where a grosbeak Teaches its young to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |