English Poetry. Thomas Wentworth Higginson. The Trumpeter. Томас Уэнтворт Хиггинсон.

Thomas Wentworth Higginson (Томас Уэнтворт Хиггинсон)

The Trumpeter

I BLEW, I blew, the trumpet loudly sounding;
I blew, I blew, the heart within me bounding;
The world was fresh and fair, yet dark with wrong,
And men stood forth to conquer at the song--
I blew! I blew! I blew!

 
The field is won, the minstrels loud are crying,
And all the world is peace, and I am dying.
Yet this forgotten life was not in vain;
Enough if I alone recall the strain,
I blew! I blew! I blew!

Thomas Wentworth Higginson’s other poems:

1. Decoration
2. The Baby Sorceress
3. To Duty
4. The Snowing of the Pines
5. Ode to a Butterfly

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Helen Cone (Хелен Коун) The Trumpeter (“Two ships, alone in sky and sea”)

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