 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE SOUL'S ARMAGEDDON
I know not where I go,
O Wind that calls afar:
O Wind that calls for war,
Where the Death-Moon doth glow
In a darkness without star.
O Wind that calls afar:
O Wind that calls for war,
Where the Death-Moon doth glow
In a darkness without star.
Nor do I know the blare
Of the bugles that call:
Nor who rise, nor who fall:
Nor if the torches flare
Where the gods laugh, or crawl.
Of the bugles that call:
Nor who rise, nor who fall:
Nor if the torches flare
Where the gods laugh, or crawl.
But I hear, I hear the hum,
The multitudinous cry,
Where myriads fly,
And I hear a voice say, Come:
And the same voice say, Die!
The multitudinous cry,
Where myriads fly,
And I hear a voice say, Come:
And the same voice say, Die!
What is the war, O Wind?
Lo, without shield or spear
How can I draw it near?
I am deaf and dumb and blind
With immeasurable fear.
Lo, without shield or spear
How can I draw it near?
I am deaf and dumb and blind
With immeasurable fear.
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