Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
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AT MIDNIGHT'S HOUR I RAISED MY HEAD
At midnight's hour I raised my headThe owls were seeking for their bread
The foxes barked impatient still
At their wan[?] fate they bear so ill—
I thought me of eternities delayed
And of commands but half obeyed—
The night wind rustled through the glade
As if a force of men there staid
The word was whispered through the ranks
And every hero seized his lance
The word was whispered through the ranks Advance.
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||