Nectar and Blood

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Nectar and Blood

If I should worship at thine ancient shrine,

Where thy good sons, incensed by love of war,

Now clamor, as their fathers did of yore⁠—

If I should sacrifice what is not mine,

Nor any living god’s, nor even thine⁠—

If for the sake of honor I must pour

This cup of life upon thy barren shore,

How will it fare then with my love divine?

No! let thy sons go forth to burn and slay:

Let them for love of thee and glory smear

And tear the love of all that’s pure and dear;

Let them this loveless love in rage display;

I can not join them; no, I can not cheer

As they beneath my window pass today.

What care I for the tears the maudlin crowd

Sheds o’er my bier⁠—for praise of Church and State⁠—

For glory that remains within the gate

Of worldly things⁠—for men’s esteem avowed⁠—

For freedom that is not with love endowed⁠—

For fame that lingers oft and comes too late,

When these the sorrow of my love create

And haunt her with the shadow of my shroud?

How cowardly, self-centered have I grown⁠—

How dead to true and noble feelings all?

Why not, when they the human soul enthrall⁠—

Why not, when they the beast in man enthrone?

I cling to love, and with love I will fall,

Unwept, unsung, unhonored and unknown.

What will these kings and war-lords of the land

And all their ministers of murder fell

Do with their arms and fleets⁠—all tools of hell⁠—

If every son of man resolve to stand

A-wielding, king-like, in his home the wand,

Beside the ones he loves and honors well?

Can force this gentle host of peace compel,

When loving hearts their amber wings expand?

O love, though hounded, outlawed we may be⁠—

Though Slander, dagger-drawn, be on our trail⁠—

Though Hatred with her hydra tongues should rail

At us, and though left sinking in the sea

Of ostracism, ay, never will I quail,

But will now and forever cling to thee.