Hark! 'Tis the golden trumpets of the dawn Sounding the day! Music, O Music fain! From rosy reaches drawn, And fall of silver rain, Along the call how swift the sunrise streams! Sound, sound again, O magical refrain! Peal on peal winding through the dewy air, Peal on peal answering far off and fair, Peal on peal bursting in victorious blare! Sound, sound again, With your delicious pain, O wild sweet haunting strain, Till the sky swell with hint of heavenly gleams And the heart break with gladness loosed from dreams! What buoyant spirit breathes the breath of morn And earth's delight, Trumpets, O trumpets blest! Great voices, born Of consecrated gest, Across the ramparts ring and faint and fail! O echoes, pressed On some ethereal quest, Touch all the joyance to a tearful dew, With melancholy gathering o'er the blue — Infinite hope, infinite sorrow, too! And, heard, or guessed, Sweet, sweet, O sweet and best, Fall'n from some skyey crest, O horns of heaven, give your hero hail, Blown to him from the Kingdom of the Grail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS FROST-WORK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MODERN JUDAS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |