Anonymous ID: 656fc4 Nov. 11, 2018, 8:10 a.m. No.3850685   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Too long a sacrifice

Can make a stone of the heart.

O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven's part, our part

To murmur name upon name,

As a mother names her child

When sleep at last has come

On limbs that had run wild.

What is it but nightfall?

No, no, not night but death;

Was it needless after all?

For we keep faith through the storm

That batters the mad and the blind;

We know the calm of the brave

To mock the leveling wind.

And what if we'd never been called

Out of the dark of those days

Awoken from the sleep

Of hatred without form?

I write it out in a verseโ€“

For every soul that has fought

Anons and soldiers alike

And every weary heart

Now and in time to be

All who have weathered the storm

Are changed, changed utterly;

A terrible beauty is born.