@3THE quiet and courageous night, The keen vibration of the stars, Call me, from morbid peace, to fight The world's forlorn and desperate wars. The air throbs like a rolling drum— The brave hills and the singing sea, Unrest and people's faces come Like battle-trumpets, rousing me. And while Life's lusty banner flies, I shall assail, with raging mirth, The scornful and untroubled skies, The cold complacency of earth.@1 |