Classic Poem

I would awaken with a clarion tongue
The strong, swift soul, immortal-fair and young!
He is a dreaming god whose youthful power
Wakes not within him till too late an hour,
When pain or pleasure, vital love or hate,
Rouse him to unpremeditated fate.
I would awake thee, Soul, that thou mayst know
And try thy strength, and fall not blindly so!