A Woman's Battle

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Title:     A Woman's Battle
Author: Helen Hunt Jackson [More Titles by Jackson]

Dear foe, I know thou'lt win the fight;
I know thou hast the stronger bark,
And thou art sailing in the light,
While I am creeping in the dark.
Thou dost not dream that I am crying,
As I come up with colors flying.

I clear away my wounded, slain,
With strength like frenzy strong and swift;
I do not feel the tug and strain,
Though dead are heavy, hard to lift.
If I looked on their faces dying,
I could not keep my colors flying.

Dear foe, it will be short,--our fight,--
Though lazily thou train'st thy guns:
Fate steers us,--me to deeper night,
And thee to brighter seas and suns;
But thou'lt not dream that I am dying,
As I sail by with colors flying!

[The end]
Helen Hunt Jackson's poem: Woman's Battle

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