Flash of steel and crash of drum-- <br />Love that way has never come. <br />But adown some quiet night <br />She has winged her silent flight, <br />And no heart but failed to hear <br />Her soft presence drawing near. <br /> <br />Boom of guns in long array-- <br />Love has never gone that way. <br />But with quiet step and slow, <br />Hand upon her pale lips--so <br />Love goes out in some white dawn-- <br />O we know when she has gone!<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/understanding-48/
