SEPTEMBER.

I, froma window where the Meuse is wide,Looked eastward out to the September night;The men that in the hopeless battle diedRose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight;A brumal army, vague and ordered largeFor mile on mile by some pale general;I saw them lean by companies to the charge,But no man living heard the bugle-call.And fading still, and pointing to their scars,They fled in lessening cloud, where gray and highDawn lay along the heaven in misty bars;But watching from that eastern casement, ISaw the Republic splendid in the sky,And round her terrible head the morning stars.

I, froma window where the Meuse is wide,

Looked eastward out to the September night;

The men that in the hopeless battle died

Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight;

A brumal army, vague and ordered large

For mile on mile by some pale general;

I saw them lean by companies to the charge,

But no man living heard the bugle-call.

And fading still, and pointing to their scars,They fled in lessening cloud, where gray and highDawn lay along the heaven in misty bars;But watching from that eastern casement, ISaw the Republic splendid in the sky,And round her terrible head the morning stars.

And fading still, and pointing to their scars,

They fled in lessening cloud, where gray and high

Dawn lay along the heaven in misty bars;

But watching from that eastern casement, I

Saw the Republic splendid in the sky,

And round her terrible head the morning stars.

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