Tuesday, July 4, 2023

The Lonely Bugle Grieves

THE LONELY BUGLE GRIEVES
BY GRENVILLE MELLEN


The trump hath blown,
And now upon that reeking hill
Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball;
While with terrific signal shrill.
The vultures, from their bloody eyries flown.
Hang o'er them like a pall.
Now deeper roll the maddening drums,
And the mingling host like ocean heaves:
While from the midst a horrid wailing comes.
And high above the fight the lonely bugle grieves!

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