Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Victor and Vanquished lyrics

As one who long hath fled with panting breath   Before his foe, bleeding and near to fall,   I turn and set my back against the wall,   And look thee in the face, triumphant d**h, I call for aid, and no one answereth;   I am alone with thee, who conquerest all;   Yet me thy threatening form doth not appall,   For thou art but a phantom and a wraith. Wounded and weak, sword broken at the hilt,   With armor shattered, and without a shield,   I stand unmoved; do with me what thou wilt; I can resist no more, but will not yield.   This is no tournament where cowards tilt;   The vanquished here is victor of the field.