Reveille Poem by John Hay

Reveille

Rating: 2.4


Fly, poppied drowse, away!
Across the marshes sweep,
Chasing the fallen moon, the shadows gray;
Make me not laggard, Sleep!

Against the morning move,
Fronting the reddening miles!
Touch the white eyelids of the girl I love,
And fill her dreams with smiles.

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John Hay

John Hay

Salem, Indiana
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