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The Mystic Trumpeter.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.



HARK, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost.


Come nearer bodiless one, haply in thee resounds Some dead composer, haply thy pensive life Was fill'd with aspirations high, unform'd ideals, Waves, oceans musical, chaotically surging, That now ecstatic ghost, close to me bending, thy cornet echoing,  
Gives out to no one's ears but mine, but freely gives to mine, That I may thee translate.


Blow trumpeter free and clear, I follow thee, While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene, The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day withdraw, A holy calm descends like dew upon me, I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise, I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses; Thy song expands my numb'd imbonded spirit, thou freest,  
 launchest me,
Floating and basking upon heaven's lake.


Blow again trumpeter! and for my sensuous eyes, Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.   [ begin page 357 ]ppp.01663.363.jpg What charm thy music works! thou makest pass before me, Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls, the  
 troubadours are singing,
Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the  
 holy Graal;
I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy  
 armor seated on stately champing horses,
I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel; I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armies—hark, how the cymbals  
Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.


Blow again trumpeter! and for thy theme, Take now the enclosing theme of all, the solvent and the setting, Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang, The heart of man and woman all for love, No other theme but love—knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love. O how the immortal phantoms crowd around me! I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames  
 that heat the world,
The glow, the blush, the beating hearts of lovers, So blissful happy some, and some so silent, dark, and nigh to  
Love, that is all the earth to lovers—love, that mocks time and  
Love, that is day and night—love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.


Blow again trumpeter—conjure war's alarums. Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls, Lo, where the arm'd men hasten—lo, mid the clouds of dust the  
 glint of bayonets,
I see the grime-faced cannoneers, I mark the rosy flash amid the  
 smoke, I hear the cracking of the guns;
Nor war alone—thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every  
 sight of fear,
The deeds of ruthless brigands, rapine, murder—I hear the cries  
 for help!
I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck  
 the terrible tableaus.
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O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest, Thou melt'st my heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, chan- 
 gest them at will;
And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me, Thou takest away all cheering light, all hope, I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the  
 whole earth,
I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race, it  
 becomes all mine,
Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled  
 feuds and hatreds,
Utter defeat upon me weighs—all lost—the foe victorious, (Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last, Endurance, resolution to the last.)


Now trumpeter for thy close, Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet, Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope, Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future, Give me for once its prophecy and joy. O glad, exulting, culminating song! A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes, Marches of victory—man disenthral'd—the conqueror at last, Hymns to the universal God from universal man—all joy! A reborn race appears—a perfect world, all joy! Women and men in wisdom innocence and health—all joy! Riotous laughing bacchanals fill'd with joy! War, sorrow, suffering gone—the rank earth purged—nothing  
 but joy left!
The ocean fill'd with joy—the atmosphere all joy! Joy! joy! in freedom, worship, love! joy in the ecstasy of life! Enough to merely be! enough to breathe! Joy! joy! all over joy!

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.

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