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Poem by Hilaire Belloc


September


I, from a 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 clouds, 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.



Hilaire Belloc


Hilaire Belloc's other poems:
  1. On Two Ministers of State
  2. The Pelagian Drinking Song
  3. Is there any reward?
  4. Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties
  5. On the Ladies of Pixton


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Hartley Coleridge September ("THE dark green Summer, with its massive hues")
  • Thomas Tusser September ("Thresh seed and go fan, for the plow may not lie")
  • Madison Cawein September ("The bubbled blue of morning-glory spires")
  • Archibald Lampman September ("Now hath the summer reached her golden close")
  • John Payne September ("HOW is the world of Summer's splendours shorn!")
  • Lucy Montgomery September ("Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days")
  • George Arnold September ("Sweet is the voice that calls")

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