Lincoln hears the rumor in Washington. They are moving North. The Pennsylvania cities Hear it and shake, they are loose, they are moving North. Call up your shotgun-militia, bury your silver, Shoulder a gun or run away from the State, They are loose, they are moving. Fighting Joe Hooker has heard it, He swings his army back across the Potomac, Rapidly planning, while Lee still visions him South. Stuart’s horse should have brought the news of that move But Stuart is off on a last and luckless raid Far to the East, and the grey host moves without eyes Through crucial days. They are in the Cumberland now, Taking minor towns, feeding fat for a little while, Pressing horses and shoes, paying out Confederate bills To slow Dutch storekeepers who groan at the money. They are loose, they are in the North, they are here and there. Halleck rubs his elbows and wonders where, Lincoln is sleepless, the telegraph-sounders click