| Show I 1 WIND IN THE MOON we W had slept dept with our hones borses grazing grazin all through a blistering day boots boot and saddles lad had sounded bounded we walled waited for horse and away the sun BUD was wa down and over the grass dew daw had begun to fall and thrill shrill across acro the duetting dusking du elting world we heard beard the whippoorwill whip poor will call we knew what nhat the moon was doing the leering moon in the east calling calling the master winds luring laurint them as ai to a feast poisoning Prison ing them in her halo ring fine till tile tho wildest gust grew tame and the tan were mown blown all out of the sky ley like a flickering candle flame an eldritch moon all gibbous gray in a haze of beat and dew although it was june we shivered there as loud the bugle blew foot home in stirrup hand on hilt we thundered down the glade and up the hill bill where the brave blue conta coats stood blood massed to check our raid we rode but a scoot fire hundred they waited a thousand there yet we laughed its though the view halloo at the truna pets su snarling arling blare trot gallop charge a ringing run with the dogs dog of death in cry under bader the leering gibbous moon aslant lu in the windy sky never a check when the gun fire broke BI as lightning from a cloud never a stay when screaming shell hell through front and rear rank plo plowed w ed on up over the bristling slope it a wedge of tire and steel we cleft a way through the tough blue rooks ranks till we saw the captain reel then wo we broke and the leering gibbous moon unleashed the winds of heaven in writhing riot they leaped to earth the peace of night was riven riven smitten of sword nod and the thunders hammer clung clang As the riotous winds it a marseillaise Marseil laise of wreck and ruin sting sang with crash of forest and sweep of grass the storm chant rose and tell fell the earth nas thrashed with a flail of cloud aflame like the mouth of hell bell and ve ne who had fought so wild it a fight bare breast against bare blade fell gray or blue into kneeling rk rank locked hands and as wildly prayed we had bad fought faught like men fur for honor 0 prayed like men tor for life nor kor friend nor foe but brothers all there jn on the field of strife berla perhaps ps god heard the storm was hushed the moon rode high and white aud and it a ru illing nind blew from the south soft as all it blows tonight to night now york sun |
