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.
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"With banners furled and clarions mute,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Herman Melville delivers a powerful performance in "The Night March"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...