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 the books
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire
Till as I gaze with staring eyes
The army falls, 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! Go!
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire
Till as I gaze with staring eyes
The army falls, the lustre dies
Blinking embers
Tell me true
Where are those
Armies marching to?
And what
The burning city is
That crumbles
In your furnaces?
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire
Till as I gaze with staring eyes
The army falls, the lustre dies
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire
Till as I gaze with staring eyes
The army falls, the lustre dies