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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LILIES: 2. MY SWORD, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: God says that I may send thee, sweet, my sword Last Line: Take thou the weary steel, and put it by. | |||
God says that I may send thee, sweet, my sword. Its use is nearly over,let the hilt Be held once in thy white hand if thou wilt; That touch will be its owner's high reward. Black-stained it is with blood of foemen spilt, Dinted and jagged, and snapped anigh the point, And all the tassel is of rusted gilt; The scabbard gapes with wear at every joint. I shall not need it more. The highest gift That I can give, it is; the tenderest too. No more in battle shall it glitter swift, And, after, streak its sheath with crimson dew. The sword is dead and victor,as am I: Take thou the weary steel, and put it by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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