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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marching Feet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THESE August nights, hushed but for drowsy peep<br>Of fledglings, tremble with a strange vibration,<br>A sound too far for hearing, sullen, dire,<br>Shaking the earth.<br>Even within the swaying veils of sleep<br>We are haunted by a horror, a mistrust,<br>A muffled perturbation,<br>Vaguely aware<br>Of prodigies in birth,<br>Of brooding thunders unbelievable,<br>Fierce forces that conspire<br>Against mankind.<br>We start awake;<br>The purple glooms, all sweet<br>With dewy fragrance, bear<br>Our eyelids down, but still we feel the beat,<br>Dull, doomful, irretrievable,<br>Of Europe's marching feet,<br>Enchanted, blind,<br>By wizard music led<br>Over crushed blossoms, through the mocking dust,<br>To baths of blood and fire.<br>Beyond the seas, in these hushed hills we dread<br>That hollow, rhythmic tread<br>Of nation against nation,<br>That ancient, bitter thrust<br>Of war against a world that might be fair<br>As any golden star that rides the air.<br>We cannot rest for marching feet that must<br>Harvest and home forsake,<br>Inexorably called to take<br>The road of desolation,<br>Trampling on hearts that break.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a></strong></div>