Looking Toward an Inner Gate of the Great Wall

My heart sank when I headed north from Yen Country
To the camps of China echoing with bugle and drum.
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Tall flags on three borders rise up like a dawn.
War-torches invade the barbarian moonlight,
Mountain-clouds like chairmen bear the Great Wall from the sea.
. . . Though no youthful clerk meant to be a great general, I
throw aside my writing-brush—
Like the student who tossed off cap for a lariat, I challenge what may come.