Now low, subdued—now in the distance lost."


[II. "LOVE">[

"Blow again, trumpeter! and for thy theme

Take now the enclosing theme of all—the solvent and the setting;

Love, that is pulse of all—the sustenance and the pang;"


[III. "WAR OR STRUGGLE">[

"Blow again, trumpeter—conjure war's wild alarums.

"Swift to thy spell, a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls;