Courage Poem by Arthur Christopher Benson

Courage



I have been brave in my way,
Though men did not call me brave;
They deem that I creep away,
If ever a pennon wave
Over the flashing fray.

Yet I have lain through the night
Shuddering, open-eyed,
Straining my aching sight
To see what leant at my side,
Angel or sullen sprite.

Then in the haggard day, -
Cruel and cold it shone, -
Sighing in sad dismay,
I bind my armour on;
I have been brave, I say.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: courage
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jeffrey Febi 21 April 2010

Yet I have lain through the night Shuddering, open-eyed, Straining my aching sight, to see...... Countless have looked beyond what they see to see if they can still find the courage needed to be brave. Not may have been lucky though. Though we may not see courage whatever form it may be for each one, just don't give up looking. Beautiful words.

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