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Слушать(AI)The Trumpet
Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn
The stars that left
The land and water,
Rise up and
The dew that
The print of last night's lovers - Scatter it, scatter it!
While you are
To the clear horn,
Forget, men,
On this earth newborn,
Except that it is
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the
That has washed the eyes of the
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars;
Arise, arise!
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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