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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mystic Trumpeter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HARK! some wild trumpeter--some strange musician,<br> Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I hear thee, trumpeter--listening, alert, I catch thy notes,<br> Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,<br> Now low, subdued--now in the distance lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Come nearer, bodiless one--haply, in thee resounds<br> Some dead composer--haply thy pensive life<br> Was fill'd with aspirations high--unform'd ideals,<br> Waves, oceans musical, chaotically surging,<br> That now, ecstatic ghost, close to me bending, thy cornet echoing,<br> pealing,    10<br> Gives out to no one's ears but mine--but freely gives to mine,<br> That I may thee translate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Blow, trumpeter, free and clear--I follow thee,<br> While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,<br> The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day, withdraw;<br> A holy calm descends, like dew, upon me,<br> I walk, in cool refreshing night, the walks of Paradise,<br> I scent the grass, the moist air, and the roses;<br> Thy song expands my numb'd, imbonded spirit--thou freest, launchest<br> me,<br> Floating and basking upon Heaven's lake.  20</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Blow again, trumpeter! and for my sensuous eyes,<br> Bring the old pageants--show the feudal world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What charm thy music works!--thou makest pass before me,<br> Ladies and cavaliers long dead--barons are in their castle halls--the<br> troubadours are singing;<br> Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs--some in quest of the Holy<br> Grail:<br> I see the tournament--I see the contestants, encased in heavy armor,<br> seated on stately, champing horses;<br> I hear the shouts--the sounds of blows and smiting steel:<br> I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armies--Hark! how the cymbals clang!<br> Lo! where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Blow again, trumpeter! and for thy theme,  30<br> Take now the enclosing theme of all--the solvent and the setting;<br> Love, that is pulse of all--the sustenace and the pang;<br> The heart of man and woman all for love;<br> No other theme but love--knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, how the immortal phantoms crowd around me!<br> I see the vast alembic ever working--I see and know the flames that<br> heat the world;<br> The glow, the blush, the beating hearts of lovers,<br> So blissful happy some--and some so silent, dark, and nigh to death:<br> Love, that is all the earth to lovers--Love, that mocks time and<br> space;<br> Love, that is day and night--Love, that is sun and moon and stars; 40<br> Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume;<br> No other words, but words of love--no other thought but Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Blow again, trumpeter--conjure war's Wild alarums.<br> Swift to thy spell, a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls;<br> Lo! where the arm'd men hasten--Lo! mid the clouds of dust, the glint<br> of bayonets;<br> I see the grime-faced cannoniers--I mark the rosy flash amid the<br> smoke--I hear the cracking of the guns:<br> --Nor war alone--thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every<br> sight of fear,<br> The deeds of ruthless brigands--rapine, murder--I hear the cries for<br> help!<br> I see ships foundering at sea--I behold on deck, and below deck, the<br> terrible tableaux.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O trumpeter! methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest! 50<br> Thou melt'st my heart, my brain--thou movest, drawest, changest them,<br> at will:<br> And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me;<br> Thou takest away all cheering light--all hope:<br> I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the<br> whole earth;<br> I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race--it becomes<br> all mine;<br> Mine too the revenges of humanity--the wrongs of ages--baffled feuds<br> and hatreds;<br> Utter defeat upon me weighs--all lost! the foe victorious!<br> (Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands, unshaken to the last;<br> Endurance, resolution, to the last.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Now, trumpeter, for thy close,   60<br> Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet;<br> Sing to my soul--renew its languishing faith and hope;<br> Rouse up my slow belief--give me some vision of the future;<br> Give me, for once, its prophecy and joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O glad, exulting, culminating song!<br> A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes!<br> Marches of victory--man disenthrall'd--the conqueror at last!<br> Hymns to the universal God, from universal Man--all joy!<br> A reborn race appears--a perfect World, all joy!<br> Women and Men, in wisdom, innocence and health--all joy! 70<br> Riotous, laughing bacchanals, fill'd with joy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> War, sorrow, suffering gone--The rank earth purged--nothing but joy<br> left!<br> The ocean fill'd with joy--the atmosphere all joy!<br> Joy! Joy! in freedom, worship, love! Joy in the ecstacy of life!<br> Enough to merely be! Enough to breathe!<br> Joy! Joy! all over Joy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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