The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

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SHE guards, not binds, coerces not, but


And o'er this proud though little land of Me,

Not an immediate governance she wields,

But a Protectorate and a Suzerainty.

Within her ambience, fetterless I dwell.

Under the still monition of her eye.

Not my custodian she, but sentinel,

And less a bound or barrier than a sky.

Therefore I keep, or strive to keep, her law.

While some break from her with insurgence


And as for these, when I looked forth and saw

Their liberty, then chose I servitude.