Chapter 2 No.2

I hear the midnight on the mountains cry

With many tongues of thunders, and I hear

Sound and resound the hollow shield of sky

With trumpet-throated winds that charge and cheer,

And through the roar of the hours that fighting fly,

Through flight and fight and all the fluctuant fear,

A sound sublimer than the heavens are high,

A voice more instant than the winds are clear,

Say to my spirit, "Take

Thy trumpet too, and make

A rallying music in the void night's ear,

Till the storm lose its track,

And all the night go back;

Till, as through sleep false life knows true life near,

Thou know the morning through the night,

And through the thunder silence, and through darkness light."