Артур Кристофер Бенсон (Arthur Christopher Benson)

Courage

I have been brave in my way,
      Though men did not call me brave;
They deem that I creep away,
      If ever a pennon wave
Over the flashing fray.

Yet I have lain through the night
      Shuddering, open-eyed,
Straining my aching sight
      To see what leant at my side,
Angel or sullen sprite.

Then in the haggard day, --
      Cruel and cold it shone, --
Sighing in sad dismay,
      I bind my armour on;
I have been brave, I say.

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