IN Paris Town, in Paris Town—'t was 'neath an April sky— I saw a regiment of the line go marching to Versailles; When white along the Bois there shone the chestnut's waxen cells, And the sun was winking on the long Lebels, @3Flic flac, flic flac,@1 on all the long Lebels! The flowers were out along the Bois, the leaves were overhead, And I saw a regiment of the line that swung in blue and red; The youth of things, the joy of things, they made my heart to beat, And the quick-step lilting and the tramp of feet! @3Flic flac, flic flac,@1 the tramping of the feet! The spikèd nuts have fallen and the leaf is dull and dry Since last I saw a regiment go marching to Versailles; And what's become of all of those that heard the music play? They trained them for the Frontier upon an August day; @3Flic flac, flic flac,@1 all on an August day! And some of them they stumbled on the slippery summer grass, And there they've left them lying with their faces to Alsace; The others—so they'd tell you—ere the chestnut's decked for Spring, Shall march beneath some linden trees to call upon a King; @3Flic flac, flic flac,@1 to call upon a King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 96 by ALFRED TENNYSON A MOTHER'S HEART by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |