Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear, As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones; The old will feel the weight of mossy stones; The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear. It is the tread of armies marching near, From scarlet lands to lands forever pale; It is a bugle dying down the gale; It is the sudden gushing of a tear. And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors; And romp of spirit children on the pave; It is the tender sighing of the brave Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars; It is such sound as death; and, after all, 'Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |