Armies in the Fire

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850‐1894)
The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.

Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.

Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire; --
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.

Then once again the glow returns,
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!

Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are these armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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