Herman Melville

“ It raised, re-armed me, sword and golden armor,
And waved me warring on. 60
O fairest, friendliest, and ever holy--
O Love, dissuading fate--
To thee, to thee the rescuer, thee sainted,
The crown I dedicate:
To thee I dedicate the crown, a guerdon 65
The winner may not wear;
His wound re-opens, and he goes to haven:
Spirit! befriend him there.
"A hero, and shall he repine? ”