Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/257



VERY night at Marathon

(Shepherd boy, beware!)—

Every night at Marathon

Sounds are in the air:

Ghostly sounds, the heart dismaying,

As of maddened horses neighing,

Over all the plain.

Every night at Marathon

(Boy, the vision fly!)—

Every night at Marathon,

'Neath a darkened sky,

Form with form in shadow blending,

Warrior-shapes are seen contending

As in conflict vain.

These are they at Marathon

(Mark, O shepherd-lad!)