Some Verses

by Helen Hay Whitney

Overview

A long grim corridor-a sullen bar
Of light athwart the darkness-where no fleet
Pale sunshine spreads for dark his winding sheet
A light, not born of noon nor placid star
Glows lurid thro' the gloom-while from afar,
Beats marching of innumerable feet.
Is this the place where tragic armies meet?
The throb of terror that presages war?-
I strain to see, then softly on my sight
There falls the vision, manifold they come-

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9783732655229
Publisher:	Outlook Verlag
Publication date:	04/08/2018
Pages:	60
Product dimensions:	5.83(w) x 8.27(h) x 0.14(d)