The British Are Coming!

Paul Revere's Ride

"A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight,
a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat."

Walt Whitman, from Paul Revere's Ride