<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reveille</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come forth, you workers!<br> Let the fires go cold—<br> Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs—<br> Let the iron run wild<br> Like a red bramble on the floors—<br> Leave the mill and the foundry and the mine<br> And the shrapnel lying on the wharves—<br> Leave the desk and the shuttle and the loom—<br> Come,<br> With your ashen lives,<br> Your lives like dust in your hands.<br> I call upon you, workers.<br> It is not yet light<br> But I beat upon your doors.<br> You say you await the Dawn<br> But I say you are the Dawn.<br> Come, in your irresistible unspent force<br> And make new light upon the mountains.<br> You have turned deaf ears to others—<br> Me you shall hear.<br> Out of the mouths of turbines,<br> Out of the turgid throats of engines,<br> Over the whistling steam,<br> You shall hear me shrilly piping.<br> Your mills I shall enter like the wind,<br> And blow upon your hearts,<br> Kindling the slow fire.<br> They think they have tamed you, workers—<br> Beaten you to a tool<br> To scoop up hot honor<br> Till it be cool—<br> But out of the passion of the red frontiers<br> A great flower trembles and burns and glows<br> And each of its petals is a people.<br> Come forth, you workers—<br> Clinging to your stable<br> And your wisp of warm straw—<br> Let the fires grow cold,<br> Let the iron spill out of the troughs,<br> Let the iron run wild<br> Like a red bramble on the floors….<br> As our forefathers stood on the prairies<br> So let us stand in a ring,<br> Let us tear up their prisons like grass<br> And beat them to barricades—<br> Let us meet the fire of their guns<br> With a greater fire,<br> Till the birds shall fly to the mountains<br> For one safe bough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448101" data-title="Reveille de Lola Ridge" data-description="Come forth, you workers! Let the fires go cold— Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs— Let the iron run wild Like a red bramble on the floors— Leave the mill and the foundry and the mine And the shrapnel lying on the wharves— L..."></div> </div> </div>

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