Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Come SingingH. Thompson Rich
Youth Answers the Call
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But with the calm, sure courage of the right
I come—singing of youth’s far-visioned sight,
The dreams of youth so well worth dying for.
Not with the dread of one who finds no more
Than the guns’ rumble and the bloody fight,
And ruin and the long sleep under the night:
Adventure lures me like an open door!
And goes supremely girded to the foe,
Knowing my songs have power to lay him low.
I come as one upon whose lips are breaking
Snatches of melodies beyond unmaking,
And in whose soul unalterable rhythms flow.