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The Trumpet

Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night’s lovers—
Scatter it, scatter it!

While you are listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men, everything
On this earth new-born,
Except that it is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars:
Arise, arise.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 19, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“The Trumpet” was published in Collected Poems (Ingpen and Grant, 1922).

Author


Edward Thomas

Philip Edward Thomas was born in London in 1878. A close friend of the poet Robert Frost, he wrote much of his poetry while serving as a soldier during World War I. He was killed in France on April 9, 1917.

Date Published: 1922-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/trumpet