Pageant
Have you ever stood at sunset Near the Portals of the bay While the fog-horns sound their evening Memons to the closing day?
Have you ever seen the Pageant That a battle fleet can show Standing out into the ocean With her signal flags ablow
As each muscled floating fortress Sliding through the channeled straight Rides beneath the scimitared guardian, The Colossus of the Gate?
Amazons, in cold gray armor, Cavalcading to the West; At their heels the swift destroyers Plunge rollicking to the quest Amazons, with colors streaming From each latticed battle crest While her catapulting falcons Swirl above the roving nest; Amazons, with cradeled lances Held athwart each mighty chest; Once again they are crusading Keel on keel they pour cascading, Down the sea lanes they’re parading Cavalcading to the West.
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