Beschreibung
At a change in the tide of the years,
When the wind puffs strangely and veers,
And the moon is old, and the stars
Redden and threaten all night,
And by day the sun glares white,
And the sky is an omen of wars,
We taunt one another; and then,
When the firmament darkens and jars,
'Mid the smoke and the thunder of fight,
We feel the measure of men
While cleaving our way to the light.