The heroic stars spending themselves, <br />Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, <br />They must burn out at length like used candles; <br />And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes. <br />There is the stuff for an epic poem-- <br />This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle-- <br />We don't know enough, we'll never know. <br />Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-epic-stars/
