<i>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) </i> <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 />E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-he-said-fight-on-3/
