Classic Poem

Awake, awake! The world is young,
For all its weary years of thought:
The starkest fights must still be fought,
The most surprising songs be sung.

Then hear the shouting voice of men
Magniloquently rise and ring:
Their flashing eyes and measured swing
Prove that the world is young again.

O stubborn arms of rosy youth,
Break down your other Gods, and turn
To where her dauntless eyeballs burn —
The silent pools of Light and Truth.