| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Reveille | | By Baker Brownell |
| | From “In Barracks”
SLEEP-SOAKED bodies are pried | |
| Out of the obese night; laziness, | |
| Yearning in porous flesh, | |
| Is squeezed as from a sponge. | |
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| Silver tubes lifted upward by young buglers | 5 |
| Spout glistening sound | |
| Upon the murk of early day. | |
| The sounds of first call | |
| Clink and glisten in the early air; | |
| Bright chips of sound tinkle and clash sweetly | 10 |
| Like ice in the dusky water of an urn. | |
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| Reveille and the murmur of men— | |
| A murmurous cloud of dusk lifts | |
| From the earthen floor. A murmur | |
| Distant, huge, sweet with Being’s joy, | 15 |
| Rises from the awakening thousands | |
| Of earth-born bodies. | |
| The blare of regimental bands | |
| Hoists finally night’s curtain | |
| With distant shattering. | 20 | | | |
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