Over The Crest Of The Hill

Who can live on common

Household spice,

Who once has tasted

Honeydew and milk

Drawn from the springs

Of paradise?

Who can thrive on prose

After winds have borne

The poetry of bugle strains

That pull the soulꟷ the faint

Lost lilt of ancient horn?

There’s moreꟷ there’s more!

Dare to climb,

Dive the depth,

Scale the summit,

Heed the lure of the

Eternal trumpet.