Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MARCH, by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE



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First Line: I heard a voice that cried, 'make way for those who died!'
Last Line: In steady silent march, our hundred thousand dead.
Alternate Author Name(s): Eagle, Solomon; Squire, J. C.


I heard a voice that cried, "Make way for those who died!"
And all the coloured crowd like ghosts at morning fled;
And down the waiting road, rank after rank there strode,
In mute and measured march, a hundred thousand dead.

A hundred thousand dead, with firm and noiseless tread,
All shadowy-grey yet solid, with faces grey and ghast,
And by the house they went, and all their brows were bent
Straight forward; and they passed, and passed, and passed, and passed.

But O there came a place, and O there came a Face
That clenched my heart to see it, and sudden turned my way;
And in the Face that turned I saw two eyes that burned,
Never-forgotten eyes, and they had things to say.

Like desolate stars they shone one moment, and were gone,
And I sank down and put my arms across my head,
And felt them moving past, nor looked to see the last,
In steady silent march, our hundred thousand dead.





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