Florence Earle Coates
Better To Die
Better to die, where gallant men are dying,
Than to live on with them that basely fly;
Better to fall, the soulless Fates defying,
Than unassailed to wander vainly, trying
To turn one's face from an accusing sky!
Days matter not, nor years to the undaunted;
To live is nothing, -- but to nobly live!
The poorest visions of the honor-haunted