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Battlefields Visit to Northern France and Belgium 2003

THE TRUMPET

Philip Edward Thomas (1878-1917)

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;

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