The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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A FRAGMENT.
March month is come! With rush and roar
He hammers at the quivering door;
The forest bends beneath the rain,
The harsh hail crackles on the pane.
He hammers at the quivering door;
The forest bends beneath the rain,
The harsh hail crackles on the pane.
But, foe more fierce than March is nigh,
A wilder weapon beats the sky;
A deadlier echo cleaves the vale,
Than crackling roof or pattering hail.
A wilder weapon beats the sky;
A deadlier echo cleaves the vale,
Than crackling roof or pattering hail.
The storm is loud, but not alone:
That shout was Battle's warrior-tone!
The voice that shook yon stormy sky
Was haughty England's signal-cry!
That shout was Battle's warrior-tone!
The voice that shook yon stormy sky
Was haughty England's signal-cry!
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