Some Verses

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-

• | Author: Helen Hay Whitney
• | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• | Publication Date: Jan 19, 2016
• | Number of Pages: 46 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback/American poetry
• | ISBN-10: 1519275609
• | ISBN-13: 9781519275608