Songs from Vagabondia

<h3><SPAN name="THE_MARCHING_MORROWS" name="THE_MARCHING_MORROWS"></SPAN>THE MARCHING MORROWS.</h3> <p>Now gird thee well for courage, <br/>My knight of twenty year, <br/>Against the marching morrows <br/>That fill the world with fear! <br/> <br/>The flowers fade before them; <br/>The summer leaves the hill; <br/>Their trumpets range the morning, <br/>And those who hear grow still. <br/> <br/>Like pillagers of harvest, <br/>Their fame is far abroad, <br/>As gray remorseless troopers <br/>That plunder and maraud. <br/> <br/>The dust is on their corselets; <br/>Their marching fills the world; <br/>With conquest after conquest <br/>Their banners are unfurled. <br/> <br/>They overthrow the battles <br/>Of every lord of war, <br/>From world-dominioned cities <br/>Wipe out the names they bore. <br/> <br/>Sohrab, Rameses, Roland, <br/>Ramoth, Napoleon, Tyre, <br/>And the Romeward Huns of Attila&mdash; <br/>Alas, for their desire! <br/> <br/>By April and by autumn <br/>They perish in their pride, <br/>And still they close and gather <br/>Out of the mountain-side. <br/> <br/>The tanned and tameless children <br/>Of the wild elder earth, <br/>With stature of the northlights, <br/>They have the stars for girth. <br/> <br/>There's not a hand to stay them, <br/>Of all the hearts that brave; <br/>No captain to undo them, <br/>No cunning to off-stave. <br/> <br/>Yet fear thou not! If haply <br/>Thou be the kingly one, <br/>They'll set thee in their vanguard <br/>To lead them round the sun.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />