The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE EQUINOX And beneath that glorious banner, in its folds of gold and red, I fought on (the lonely battle I) by the body of my dead. And the cowards still hung trembling, and the smoke poured hot and high, The brave black flag of Anarchy, a portent in the skyl Ayl we left the black flag flying, as behoves a man to do, For they were fifteen hundred, and we were only two. And the banner of destruction wraps me round with glory and awe— Here’s a last clip of brave bullets for the bastard hounds of law! And here’s a health to Freedom, and may man defend the right I And the red flag folds me closer—«I have fought the last good fight. We died, we died unconquered—‘tis the triumph of the true: Though they were fifteen hundred, and we were only two. 130