Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BATTLE OF LIEGE, by DANA BURNET Poet's Biography First Line: Now spake the emperor to all his shining battle forces Last Line: And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the king his dream. Subject(s): Liege, Battle Of (1914); William Ii, Kaiser Of Germany (1859-1941; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
NOW spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces, To the Lancers, and the Rifles, to the Gunners and the Horses; And his pride surged up within him as he saw their banners stream! "'T is a twelve-day march to Paris, by the road our fathers travelled, And the prize is half an empire when the scarlet road's unravelled Go you now across the border, God's decree and William's order Climb the frowning Belgian ridges With your naked swords agleam! Seize the City of the Bridges Then get on, get on to Paris To the jewelled streets of Paris To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!" A hundred thousand fighting men They climbed the frowning ridges, With their flaming swords drawn free And their pennants at their knee. They went up to their desire, To the City of the Bridges, With their naked brands outdrawn Like the lances of the dawn! In a swelling surf of fire, Crawling higherhigherhigher Till they crumpled up and died Like a sudden wasted tide, And the thunder in their faces beat them down and flung them wide! They had paid a thousand men, Yet they formed and came again, For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride, And they rode with swords agleam For the glory of a dream, And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and died. ... The daylight lay in ashes On the blackened western hill, And the dead were calm and still; But the Night was torn with gashes Sudden ragged crimson gashes And the siege-guns snarled and roared, With their flames thrust like a sword, And the tranquil moon came riding on the heaven's silver ford. What a fearful world was there, Tangled in the cold moon's hair! Man and beast lay hurt and screaming, (Men must die when Kings are dreaming!) While within the harried town Mothers dragged their children down As the awful rain came screaming, For the glory of a Crown! So the Morning flung her cloak Through the hanging pall of smoke Trimmed with red, it was, and dripping with a deep and angry stain! And the Day came walking then Through a lane of murdered men, And her light fell down before her like a Cross upon the plain! But the forts still crowned the height With a bitter iron crown! They had lived to flame and fight, They had lived to keep the Town! And they poured their havoc down All that day ... and all that night. ... While four times their number came, Pawns that played a bloody game! With a silver trumpeting, For the glory of the King, To the barriers of the thunder and the fury of the flame! So they stormed the iron Hill, O'er the sleepers lying still, And their trumpets sang them forward through the dull succeeding dawns, But the thunder flung them wide, And they crumpled up and died, They had waged the war of monarchsand they died the death of pawns. But the forts still stood. ... Their breath Swept the foeman like a blade, Though ten thousand men were paid To the hungry purse of Death, Though the field was wet with blood, Still the bold defences stood, Stood! And the King came out with his bodyguard at the day's departing gleam And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the King his dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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