Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: THE DAYS" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A long grim corridor -- a sullen bar / Of light athwart the darkness -- where no fleet / Pale sunshine spreads for dark his winding sheet / A light, not born of noon nor placid star / Glows lurid thro' the gloom -- while from afar, / Beats marching of innumerable feet.
Is this the place where tragic armies meet? / The throb of terror that presages war? -- / I strain to see, then softly on my sight / There falls the vision, manifold they come -- / White listless Day chained to her brother Night -- / Their hands are shackled and their lips are dumb, / And as they meet the air where each one dies, / They turn and smile at me -- with weary eyes.