Three Songs, Op. 10 - I Hear an Army - Graham Johnson, Ann Murray, Samuel Barber

I hear an army charging upon the land

And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:

Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand

Disdaining the reins, with flutt’ring whips, the charioteers

They cry unto the night their battlename:

I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter

They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame

Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:

They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore

My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?

My love, my love, why have you left me alone?