I have sung me a stave, a stave or two, I have drunk me a stoop of wine, I have roystered across a world that was dew And a sea that was sunlight and brine. And now I'll go down where the need is not Of a singing heart, but a sword; I'll fight where the dead men welter and rot With the hard-pressed hosts of the Lord. And should I come back again, 'twill be With accolade and spurs, And many a tale of chivalry, And the deeds of warriors. And should I not, O break for me No buds nor funeral boughs -- I go with the noblest company That ever death did house. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL WHICH WAS MOST TRULY DEAD? by CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE THE PASQUE FLOWER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH THE SPINNING-WHEEL (YONDERLAND SONG) by LYA BERGER DESERTED FARMS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |