A Night on the Line

Friday, October 06, 2006

And He Said Fight On (Tennyson)

Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
Have compassed me about,
Have massed their armies, and on battle bent
My forces put to rout;
But though I fight alone, and fall, and die,
Talk terms of Peace? Not I.

They war upon my fortress, aim their guns
Are shattering its walls;
My army plays the cowards' part, and runs,
Pierced by a thousand balls;
They call for my surrender. I reply,
"Give quarter now? Not I."

They've shot my flag to ribbons, but in rents
It floats above the height;
Their ensign shall not crown my battlements
While I can stand and fight.
I fling defiance at them as I cry,
"Capitulate? Not I."


by Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)

2 Comments:

At 10:18 AM, Blogger PJ said...

Beautiful poem. Okay if I re-post on my site, and link to yours? Mine's http://dispatcherjournal.blogspot.com if you want to check me out first. Be well.

 
At 1:48 PM, Blogger Arcane said...

Please do! Thanks!

 

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