I HAVE fallen once, I have fallen thrice, And my wounds are sad to see; Yet, brothers of mine, take these for sign That I fought courageously. If my comrades found it an easy thing To pass where I suffered sore, Shall they hold me then to the scorn of men That I struggled and strove the more? Forever God giveth his chosen wings, Yet the goal is set for all, And swift and high may the winged fly Where the earth-bound needs must crawl. And my wounds, my bleeding, my strife, my tears Shall cry of my victory, For they prove each one that I did not shun The path that the weaklings flee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MRS. ANN FLAXMAN by WILLIAM BLAKE EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |