Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
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Elbridge Jefferson Cutler172 The Volunteer
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To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.”
And with the restless thought asleep he fell,
And glided into dream.
Through it a level river slowly drawn: He moved with a vast crowd, and at its head Streamed banners like the dawn. And dissonant cries of triumph and dismay; Blood trickled down the river’s reedy shore, And with the dead he lay. And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye, “Where bugles call,” he said, “and rifles gleam, I follow, though I die!”