Classic Poem

I

Before Sunrise, ere Colour sprang
To fire a people needing spur,
Our Morning Star of Freedom sang:
Before Sunrise, ere Colour sprang.
Name us the voice that now we hear?
— — Fall'n, fall'n is Lucifer!

II

His lyre beside his Chief's harangue
Was wine with bread, and he could stir
A lifeless body under fang
(Before Sunrise, ere Colour sprang),
To fling the hideous ravener.
— — Fall'n, fall'n is Lucifer!

III

No more the lark where vapours hang,
One is he of those hosts which were
Rebels of Light, with metal clang
Before Sunrise, ere Colour sprang
The Singer of the wolf & cur.
— — Fall'n, fall'n is Lucifer!