REVENGE is a naked sword; It has neither hilt nor guard; Wouldst thou wield this brand of the Lord? Is thy grasp, then, firm and hard? But the closer thy clutch of the blade, The deadlier blow thou wouldst deal, Deeper wound in thy hand is made — It is thy blood reddens the steel. And when thou hast dealt the blow — When the blade from thy hand has flown — Instead of the heart of the foe, Thou may'st find it sheathed in thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |