Oh, the poet of the future. Will he come to us as comes
The beauty of the bugle's voice above the roar of drums—
The beauty of the bugle's voice above the roar and din
Of battle drums that pulse the time the victor marches in?
—James Whitcomb Riley.
"Oh, the poet of the future!" Can anybody guess
Whether he'll sound his bugle, or she'll wear them on her dress;
An' will they kinder get their themes from nature, second hand,
An' dish 'em up in language that plain folks can't understand?