Beneath the shinning stars,
beneath the gleaming moon,
when the night has healed the scars
of the burning noon . .
and so i say to you,
if hate posses your heart,
when the day's hot strife is through
bed the hate depart
the disapointing day,
whenever wrong, or how,
is sometimes passed away,
is ended now. Forget,
forgive, the scars, and
sleep will find you soon
beneath the shinning stars,
the gleaming moon.
untamed
pc cast
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 books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;--
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, 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!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!
Armies in the fire
Robert Louis Stevenson
