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...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN |