THE BUGLER
THE BUGLER
Goddreamed a man;Then, having firmly shutLife like a precious metal in his fist,Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did beginOur various divinity and sin.For some to ploughshares did the metal twist,And others—dreaming empires—straightway cutCrowns for their aching foreheads. Others beatLong nails and heavy hammers for the feetOf their forgotten Lord. (Who dare to boastThat he is guiltless?) Others coined it: mostDid with it—simply nothing. (Here, again,Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remainMetal unmarred, to each man more or less,Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness.For me, I do but bear within my hand(For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken)A simple bugle such as may awakenWith one high morning note a drowsing man:That wheresoe’er within my motherlandThe sound may come, ’twill echo far and wideLike pipes of battle calling up a clan,Trumpeting men through beauty to God’s side.
Goddreamed a man;Then, having firmly shutLife like a precious metal in his fist,Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did beginOur various divinity and sin.For some to ploughshares did the metal twist,And others—dreaming empires—straightway cutCrowns for their aching foreheads. Others beatLong nails and heavy hammers for the feetOf their forgotten Lord. (Who dare to boastThat he is guiltless?) Others coined it: mostDid with it—simply nothing. (Here, again,Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remainMetal unmarred, to each man more or less,Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness.For me, I do but bear within my hand(For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken)A simple bugle such as may awakenWith one high morning note a drowsing man:That wheresoe’er within my motherlandThe sound may come, ’twill echo far and wideLike pipes of battle calling up a clan,Trumpeting men through beauty to God’s side.
Goddreamed a man;Then, having firmly shutLife like a precious metal in his fist,Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did beginOur various divinity and sin.For some to ploughshares did the metal twist,And others—dreaming empires—straightway cutCrowns for their aching foreheads. Others beatLong nails and heavy hammers for the feetOf their forgotten Lord. (Who dare to boastThat he is guiltless?) Others coined it: mostDid with it—simply nothing. (Here, again,Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remainMetal unmarred, to each man more or less,Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness.
Goddreamed a man;
Then, having firmly shut
Life like a precious metal in his fist,
Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did begin
Our various divinity and sin.
For some to ploughshares did the metal twist,
And others—dreaming empires—straightway cut
Crowns for their aching foreheads. Others beat
Long nails and heavy hammers for the feet
Of their forgotten Lord. (Who dare to boast
That he is guiltless?) Others coined it: most
Did with it—simply nothing. (Here, again,
Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remain
Metal unmarred, to each man more or less,
Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness.
For me, I do but bear within my hand(For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken)A simple bugle such as may awakenWith one high morning note a drowsing man:That wheresoe’er within my motherlandThe sound may come, ’twill echo far and wideLike pipes of battle calling up a clan,Trumpeting men through beauty to God’s side.
For me, I do but bear within my hand
(For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken)
A simple bugle such as may awaken
With one high morning note a drowsing man:
That wheresoe’er within my motherland
The sound may come, ’twill echo far and wide
Like pipes of battle calling up a clan,
Trumpeting men through beauty to God’s side.
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