ARMIES IN THE FIRE
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 backs of books. Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing in the fire— Till, as I gaze with staring eyes. The armies fade, 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. —Robert Louis Stevenson.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 92, 9 July 1927, Page 27
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128ARMIES IN THE FIRE Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 92, 9 July 1927, Page 27
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