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A sudden bugle pierced the morning sky.He started from his dream. The yellow dawn
Wander'd along night's borders, like the fawn,
First venturing from its dappled mother's side;
A timid bound on darkness, swift withdrawn,
Then bolder tried again.—The starlight died;
And now the trumpet to the trumpet cried,
The waggon groan'd, the echoing lash was plied,
The gun roll'd ponderous through the rampart-arch.
The lover's world was o'er! He heard the march:
And shudder'd: but the tramp of crowding hoofs,
The soldier's laugh, the shouting from the roofs,
Where the roused city cluster'd thick as bees;
The rattling drum, the banners in the breeze,
All told the long-wish'd hour. But now 't was doom;
'T was come, it crush'd his heart; but it was come.
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