The Last Word
Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Vain thy onset! all stands fast;
Thou thyself must break at last.
Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!!
Thou art tired; best be still!
They out-talked thee, hiss’d thee, tore thee.
Better men fared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot and pass’d,
Hotly charg’d—and broke at last.
Charge once more, then be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come,
When the forts of folly fall,
Find thy body by the wall
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