11 + 

For the great Idea, + 

That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets. + 

Songs of stern defiance ever ready, + 

Songs of the rapid arming and the march, + 

The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know, + 

Warlike flag of the great Idea. + 

(Angry cloth I saw there leaping! + 

I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting, + 

I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight⁠—O the hard-contested fight! + 

The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles⁠—the hurtled balls scream, + 

The battle-front forms amid the smoke⁠—the volleys pour incessant from the line, + 

Hark, the ringing word Charge!⁠—now the tussle and the furious maddening yells, + 

Now the corpses tumble curl’d upon the ground, + 

Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you, + 

Angry cloth I saw there leaping.) + 