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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!