Creep into thy narrow bed, <br />Creep, and let no more be said! <br />Vain thy onset! all stands fast. <br />Thou thyself must break at last. <br /> <br />Let the long contention cease! <br />Geese are swans, and swans are geese. <br />Let them have it how they will! <br />Thou art tired: best be still. <br /> <br />They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? <br />Better men fared thus before thee; <br />Fired their ringing shot and passed, <br />Hotly charged - and sank at last. <br /> <br />Charge once more, then, and be dumb! <br />Let the victors, when they come, <br />When the forts of folly fall, <br />Find thy body by the wall!<br /><br />Matthew Arnold<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-word-12/
