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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VICTORY, by RUPERT BROOKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: All night the ways of heaven were desolate
Last Line: Thundered the black battalions of the gods.
Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings
First Line: All night the ways of heaven were desolate
Last Line: Thundered the black battalions of the gods.
Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.
Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,
Terror or triumph, were content to wait,
We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly
Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,
One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate.
Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,
Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,
Into the open. Down the supernal roads,
With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
Thundered the black battalions of the Gods.
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