To some far rendezvous the days march past, They swing to sharpened rhythms of their own; To trumpet calls from heights unknown -- There is no change of step to slow or fast; The columns move without a shadow cast: (Their orders, sealed, contain your name and mine We have no choice, nor can we fall from line) It's they who give the countersign at last. The days demand that we keep step as they March through the vales, and hold the Pass of Tears, They are not patient of our heart's delay; Nor understand our stumblings and our fears: Without a stalwart faith none can essay To walk as comrade with the days and years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY A POSSET FOR NATURE'S BREAKFAST by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH STAVOREN by HELEN STEVENS CONANT HORACE: CHORUS AT THE END OF ACT 5 by PIERRE CORNEILLE |