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Robin Hyde


The Conquerors And Other Poems
 

Conquest
 
Never in vain: not if the last red dawning
Find your troops routed, all your hope undone,
And that which you had prized, and fairly won,
About the heels of some gilt lackey fawning.

Nor if the cygnet cities you have taken
Yield up their lustre to a barbarous foe
Need peace of yours be even a moment shaken,
Need honour you have gained be held so low.

For being man, you in your heart must carry
Conquest and empire, and the twain are great:
What if the fruits of peace some while should tarry?
No hand in all the world can mar your state.


 
 
 


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Last updated 11 September, 2003