6 + 

Blow again trumpeter⁠—conjure war’s alarums. + 

Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls, + 

Lo, where the arm’d men hasten⁠—lo, mid the clouds of dust the glint of bayonets, + 

I see the grime-faced cannoneers, I mark the rosy flash amid the smoke, I hear the cracking of the guns; + 

Nor war alone⁠—thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every sight of fear, + 

The deeds of ruthless brigands, rapine, murder⁠—I hear the cries for help! + 

I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the terrible tableaus. + 