Treasure Island

Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

The Night March


With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
The dark with bright.

In silence deep the legions stream,
With open ranks, in order true;
Over boundless plains they stream and
gleam--
No chief in view!

Afar, in twinkling distance lost,
(So legends tell) he lonely wends
And back through all that shining host
His mandate sends.

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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