THE cup, the ruby cup <br />Whence anguish drips, <br />At last is lifted up <br />Against our lips. <br />Though we, till seas run dry, <br />Your lovers are, <br />How can we put it by, <br />Red cup of war? <br />We champion your task; <br />Your wounds we bind; <br />Behind the battle mask <br />Our eyes are kind. <br />Upon this foaming edge <br />Of blood and flame, <br />With shuddering lips we pledge <br />Your name.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-peace-2/
