<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sonnet of Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies <br> With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills, <br> How long shall men, reiterant of their ills, <br>With peevish invocation bid thee rise <br>To burn to noontide glory in the skies <br> That now a gloom perplexed and starless fills, <br> And seek from thee and not their own strong wills <br>That perfect good which is not bought with sighs? <br>Why weep and wait for thee, though laggard, Morn, <br> With all thy joys of love and peace and light? <br>For us the mightier joy that rives the soul, <br>When, slaves no longer to a day unborn, <br>Our flag of war along the dark we unroll <br> For fell encounter with the hosts of Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Gay">William Gay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538295" data-title="A Sonnet of Battle de William Gay" data-description="RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills, How long shall men, reiterant of their ills, With peevish invocation bid thee rise To burn to noontide glory in the skies That now a gloom perplexed an..."></div> </div> </div>

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