The Sweet o' the Year and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

THE SUMMONS


 

DEEPS of the wind-torn west,
   Flaming and desolate,
Upsprings my soul from his rest
   With your banners at the gate.

’Neath this o’ermastering sky

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   How could the heart lie still,
   Or the sluggish will
Content in the old chains lie,
   When over the lonely hill
Your torn wild scarlets cry?
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Up, Soul, and out
   Into the deeps alone,
To the long peal and the shout
   Of those trumpets blown and blown!
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