I can hear a sound, As it comes this way, Of a martial band -- It is Armistice Day. In the roll of drums Where the march is led, I can hear the voice Of the brave young dead: "Peace, peace," Like a stifled sigh. "Peace, peace," As the drums go by. The parade goes on Up the gala street, With a blare of band And a tramp of feet. But I hear the voice Of the brave young dead, In the roll of drums Where the march is led: "Peace, peace," Like a pleading cry. "Peace, peace," As the drums go by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |