Poems about battle
They're Here, Though; Not A Further Use
patience of opposing forces
peace by its battles told
because the food exterminate
and are today if we exist
you did not state your price
they're here, though; not a creature failed
had not a further use
That Opens Earthward, Good And Could Himself Believe
in time to keep me from suspecting him
to overtake me, who should miss me here
he would declare and could himself believe
needlessly soon he had his axe-helves out,
under the formal writing, he was in her sight,
but when in battle the foe were met,
when sedentary and when peripatetic,
that opens earthward, good and ill,
the mower in the dew had loved them thus,
though chill, because the fields were ours,