Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament, <br /> Have compassed me about, <br />Have massed their armies, and on battle bent <br /> My forces put to rout; <br />But though I fight alone, and fall, and die, <br /> Talk terms of Peace? Not I. <br /> (Tennyson) <br /> <br /> <br />They war upon my fortress, and their guns <br /> Are shattering its walls; <br />My army plays the cowards' part, and runs, <br /> Pierced by a thousand balls; <br />They call for my surrender. I reply, <br /> "Give quarter now? Not I." <br /> <br />They've shot my flag to ribbons, but in rents <br /> It floats above the height; <br />Their ensign shall not crown my battlements <br /> While I can stand and fight. <br />I fling defiance at them as I cry, <br /> "Capitulate? Not I."<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-he-said-fight-on/
