Poems (Jackson)/A Woman's Battle
A WOMAN'S BATTLE.
EAR foe, I know thou'lt win the fight. I know thou hast the stronger bark,And thou art sailing in the light, While I am creeping in the dark.Thou dost not dream that I am crying,As I come up with colors flying.I clear away my wounded, slain, With strength like frenzy, strong and swift;I do not feel the tug and strain, Though dead are heavy, hard to lift.If I looked in their faces dying,I could not keep my colors flying.
Dear foe, it will be short,—our fight,— Though lazily thou train'st thy guns;Fate steers us,—me to deeper night, And thee to brighter seas and suns;But thou'lt not dream that I am dying,As I sail by with colors flying!