Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

The Last Defeat

   ACROSS the field of day
   In sudden blazon lay
   The pallid bar of gold
   Borne on the shield of day.
   Night had endured so long,
   And now the Day grew strong
   With lance of light to hold
   The Night at bay.

   So on my life’s dull night
   The splendour of your light
   Traversed the dusky shield
   And shone forth golden bright.
   Your colours I have worn
   Through all the fight forlorn,
   And these, with life, I yield,
   To-night, to Night.

1. The Stolen God
2. Philosophy
3. The Vault
4. Saturday Song
5. The Daisies

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