Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ReveilleBaker Brownell
From “In Barracks”
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Out of the obese night; laziness,
Yearning in porous flesh,
Is squeezed as from a sponge.
Spout glistening sound
Upon the murk of early day.
The sounds of first call
Clink and glisten in the early air;
Bright chips of sound tinkle and clash sweetly
Like ice in the dusky water of an urn.
A murmurous cloud of dusk lifts
From the earthen floor. A murmur
Distant, huge, sweet with Being’s joy,
Rises from the awakening thousands
Of earth-born bodies.
The blare of regimental bands
Hoists finally night’s curtain
With distant shattering.