Streams in the Desert (not Dessert!)

kazakhnomad
kazakhnomad
Jan 21, 2008, 8:46 AM |
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A hero is not fed on sweets,

Daily his own heart he eats;

Chambers of the great are jails,

And head winds right for royal sails.

Another stanza from elsewhere

The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain;

And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetest of the strain.

Great is the facile conqueror;

Yet haply, he, who wounded sore,

Breathless, all covered o’er with blood and sweat,

Sinks fainting, but fighting evermore–Is greater yet.