Alice Brown

(1856-1948 / United States)

Life - Poem by Alice Brown

WHAT, comrade of a night,
No sooner meet than fight?
Before the word, the blow?
Well, be it so.

Yet think not Thou I yield,
Lost on a lonely field.
Lo! to my fainting breath,
My champion, Death

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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