Explore "The Night March (Poems from Timoleon)" by Herman Melville on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
With banners furled and clarions mute, / An army passes in the night; / And beaming spears and helms salute / The dark with bright.
In silence deep the legions stream, / With open ranks, in order true; / Over boundless plains they stream and gleam- / No chief in view!
Afar, in twinkling distance lost, / (So legends tell) he lonely wends / And back through all that shining host / His mandate sends.