Classic Poem

The night loomed black with coming storm,
The narrow pass was iron-walled,
And through the dark profound and grim
A solitary bugle called.

Its voice from cloudy heights unseen
With sudden summoning sweetness spoke,
And in the heavy heart of time
Eternity's desire awoke.

Blow loud and clear from height to height,
O bugle, bid the dark be gone;
Call out across the stormy hills
The gold and azure wings of dawn!