I was thinking about a poem I read in 7th grade today. It has stuck with me all these years, but I never could remember the whole poem. However, with the internet it seems almost all things are possible. I simply googled part of the poem and viola up came the poem. So here it is for all to enjoy.
Opportunity
by Edward Rowland Sill
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields.
A prince’s bannerWavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle’s edge, And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel
That blue blade that the king’s son bears, — but this Blunt thing!” —
he snapt and flung it from his hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king’s son, wounded, sore bestead,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shoutLifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down,
And saved a great cause that heroic day.
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