Ye blood-red spears-men of the dawn's array
That drive my dusk-clad knights of dream away,
Hold! For I will not yield.
My moated soul shall dream in your despite
A refuge for the vanquished hosts of night
That can not yield.
"Defiance" by Ezra Pound
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