In the city square at night, the meeting of the torches. The start of the great march, The cries, the cheers, the parting. Marching in an order Through the familiar streets, Through friends for the last time seen. Marching with torches. Over the hill summit, The moon and the moor, And we marching alone. The torches are out. On the cold hill, The cheers of the warrior dead (For the first time re-seen) Marching in an order To where? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |