Sooner will always be later
Waiting and wishing for time to run
Thinking that it gets closer with every passing breath.
The tapping of the fingers and the pounding of the heart. ...
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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