I HAVE left all upon the shameful field, Honour and Hope, my God, and all but life; Spurless, with sword reversed and dinted shield, Degraded and disgraced, I leave the strife. From him that hath not, shall there not be taken E'en that he hath, when he deserts the strife? Life left by all life's benefits forsaken, O keep the promise, Lord, and take the life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE THE BREAKING POINT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 22 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |