Reveille!

The silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims

The vaulted shadow shatters
Trampled to the floor it spanned
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land

Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying
Hear the drums of morning play
Hark, the empty highways crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?"

How far would I travel to be where you are?
I'm a roving gambler
You're my pole star

Towns and countries woo together
Forelands beacon, belfries call
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all

Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover
Breath's a ware that will not keep
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep

How far would I travel to be where you are?
I'm a roving gambler
You're my pole star



Credits
Writer(s): A.e. Housmann, Conner Youngblood
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