English poem
Poem 46 (Each man for himself as he…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Each man for himself as he stood! We were scattered and lonely— A little force only Of the good men fighting for the good.
But I never loved more On sea or on shore The ringing of my own true blade. Like lightning it quivered, And the hard helms shivered, As I sang, "None maketh me afraid!"
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