Fly, poppied drowse, away! <br />Across the marshes sweep, <br />Chasing the fallen moon, the shadows gray; <br />Make me not laggard, Sleep! <br /> <br />Against the morning move, <br />Fronting the reddening miles! <br />Touch the white eyelids of the girl I love, <br />And fill her dreams with smiles.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reveille-4/
