@3Civic Display@1 The uniforms gleam bright, and as of yore Fifes lift the feet that step in time full gay: This soldiering looks handsome; hark, the roar That rends the very skies of spring to-day From mobile multitudes who line the way. Behold the grace and gallantry of war! @3The Return of the Veterans@1 Beneath gray gloom they tramp along: their tread Lacks rhythm; faded, soiled, and torn their dress; They wot of storm and peril, wounds that bled, And pains beyond imagination's guess. The lookers-on, struck mute by tenderness, Hardly huzza: it is as if the dead Walked with the quick. Beneath a brooding sky The bronzed and battered veterans limp by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |