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...I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL |