O What Is That Sound O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers, dear, The soldiers coming. O what is that light I see flashing so clear Over the distance brightly, brightly? Only the sun on their weapons, dear, As they step lightly. O what are they doing with all that gear What are they doing this morning, this morning? Only the usual manoeuvres, dear, Or perhaps a warning. O why have they left the road down there Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling? Perhaps a change in the orders, dear, Why are you kneeling ? O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care Haven't they reined their horses, their horses? Why, they are none of them wounded, dear, None of these forces. O is it the parson they want with white hair; Is it the parson, is it, is it? No, they are passing his gateway, dear, Without a visit. O it must be the farmer who lives so near It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning? They have passed the farm already, dear, And now they are running. O where are you going? stay with me here! Were the vows you swore me deceiving, deceiving? No, I promised to love you, dear, But I must be leaving. O it's broken the lock and splintered the door, O it's the gate where they're turning, turning Their feet are heavy on the floor And their eyes are burning. Wystan Hugh Auden -- _______ ____________ E-mail: [email protected] ,,/\/ / \/ // / / \ http://darkshadows.org/~skyhawk =\\\\\\\============================- #define QUESTION ((bb) || !(bb)) ``\ \ \\ \ \ /\ \ / ----- ------------ --- --

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