CREEP into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast; Thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They out-talk'd thee, hiss'd thee, tore thee. Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and pass'd, Hotly charged--and broke at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When the forts of folly fall, Find thy body by the wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN |