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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Reveillé (1919)
by Louis Untermeyer

What sudden bugle calls us in the night
And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped;
Flinging us sharply up against a fight
We thought we had escaped.

It is no easy waking, and we win
No final peace; our victories are few.
But still imperative forces pull us in
And sweep us somehow through.

Summoned by a supreme and confident power
That wakes our sleeping courage like a blow,
We rise, half-shaken, to the challenging hour,
And answer it—and go.


The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.
— George Orwell, 1984