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;