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Poem by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

The Trumpeter

I BLEW, I blew, the trumpet loudly sounding;
I blew, I blew, the heart within me bounding;
The world was fresh and fair, yet dark with wrong,
And men stood forth to conquer at the song--
I blew! I blew! I blew!

The field is won, the minstrels loud are crying,
And all the world is peace, and I am dying.
Yet this forgotten life was not in vain;
Enough if I alone recall the strain,
I blew! I blew! I blew!

Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Thomas Wentworth Higginson's other poems:
  1. Decoration
  2. The Baby Sorceress
  3. To Duty
  4. The Snowing of the Pines
  5. Ode to a Butterfly

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Helen Cone The Trumpeter ("Two ships, alone in sky and sea")

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