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Theodosia Garrison, 'Defiance'
Defiance
You have hounded me well, my Lady Life,
You have beaten and bruised and bent,
But ever I stayed me amid the strife
To turn you a compliment.
You may cozen me there and trick me here--
Your way with a soul long since--
But I'll mock before I'll plead, my dear,
And I'll boast before I wince.
Why think you to make me a captive cowed?
The day that you slay, I swear
I will kiss my fingertips to the crowd
And jest with the headsman there.
By Theodosia Garrison
You have hounded me well, my Lady Life,
You have beaten and bruised and bent,
But ever I stayed me amid the strife
To turn you a compliment.
You may cozen me there and trick me here--
Your way with a soul long since--
But I'll mock before I'll plead, my dear,
And I'll boast before I wince.
Why think you to make me a captive cowed?
The day that you slay, I swear
I will kiss my fingertips to the crowd
And jest with the headsman there.
By Theodosia Garrison