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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARCHING DAYS, by LOIS CANFIL First Line: To some far rendezvous the days march past Last Line: To walk as comrade with the days and years. Subject(s): Marching & Marches; Past | |||
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...FERGUS FALLING by GALWAY KINNELL A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV LAST THINGS by WILLIAM MEREDITH CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR INTREPID FLOWERING by LOIS CANFIL |
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