What sudden bugle calls us in the night <br /> And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped; <br />Flinging us sharply up against a fight <br /> We thought we had escaped. <br /> <br />It is no easy waking, and we win <br /> No final peace; our victories are few. <br />But still imperative forces pull us in <br /> And sweep us somehow through. <br /> <br />Summoned by a supreme and confident power <br /> That wakes our sleeping courage like a blow, <br />We rise, half-shaken, to the challenging hour, <br /> And answer it -- and go.<br /><br />Louis Untermeyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reveille-3/
