Words for the Chisel (collection)/Truce
For works with similar titles, see Truce.
Truce
Fine down your weapons, weary enemy,
And I will bind the wounds I just now gave;
Ah, keep your strength and all your poise and save
Your passion for tomorrow, when with me
You meet in naked grapple. Who but we
Should heal each other, wounded, who but we,
My tall antagonist, terrible and brave?
And I will bind the wounds I just now gave;
Ah, keep your strength and all your poise and save
Your passion for tomorrow, when with me
You meet in naked grapple. Who but we
Should heal each other, wounded, who but we,
My tall antagonist, terrible and brave?
Some day beside each other we shall lie
And bleed, and ebb, and separately die:
Beyond this shock of battle, there will be
No warrior for our valor, in the grave.
Forbear to wound me utterly, unless
The time has come for that long loneliness.
And bleed, and ebb, and separately die:
Beyond this shock of battle, there will be
No warrior for our valor, in the grave.
Forbear to wound me utterly, unless
The time has come for that long loneliness.