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Í saw their spears, on that red field,
Flash as in time gone byChas'd to the seas, without his shield
I saw the Persian fly. I woke—the sudden trumpet's blast
Call'd to another fightFrom visions of our glorious past,
Who doth not wake in might?
The warrior cross'd the ocean's foam,
For the stormy fields of war-
His voice was heard where javelin showers
Pour'd on the steel-clad line; Her step was 'midst the summer-flowers,
Her seat beneath the vine.
His shield was cleft, his lance was riven,
And the red blood stain'd his crest; While she—the gentlest wind of heaven
Might scarcely fan her breast.
Yet a thousand arrows pass'd him by,
And again he cross'd the seas; But she had died, as roses die,
That perish with a breeze.
As roses die, when the blast is come,
For all things bright and fairThere was death within the smiling home,
How had death found her there?
The trumpet's voice hath rous'd the land,
Light up the beacon-pyre!
And wav'd the sign of fire.
folds have castAnd hark !-was that the sound of seas?
- A king to war went past.
The chief is arming in his hall,
The peasant by his hearth; The mourner hears the thrilling call,
And rises from the earth. The mother on her first-born son,
Looks with a boding eyeThey come not back, though all be won,
Whose young hearts leap so high.