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,
hissed
thee,
tore
thee?
Better
men
fared
thus
before
thee;
Fired
their
ringing
shot
and
passed,
Hotly
charged
-
and
sank
at
last.
Charge
once
more,
then,
and
be
dumb!
Let
the
victors,
when
they
come,
When
the
forts
of
folly
fall,
Find
thy
body
by
the
wall!