I hear an army charging upon the land, <br /> And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: <br />Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, <br /> Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers. <br /> <br />They cry unto the night their battle-name: <br /> I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. <br />They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, <br /> Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. <br /> <br />They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair: <br /> They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore. <br />My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? <br /> My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hear-an-army-charging-upon-the-land/
