Herman Melville

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

The Night March - Poem by Herman Melville

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
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.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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