The Last Word - Liva

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!