But what to me is chivalry
Seems paltry painted pride to you
You despair of being understood
And I of wanting to
Your quiet gray a brother to
The speechless waves below us
Shy and lightfoot for his size
And full-grown just last winter
Sniffs cautiously my steady roan
My scarred and honored veteran
Does he still dream of Arabia
Whom children ride on Sundays?
And where his hoofprint forms a pool
I see brown where you see blue
You despair of being understood
And I of wanting to.
We murmur Honor's sagas
I in Spanish, you in German
And name in harmony the fields
Where better men have fallen
And you'd yet spill your blood to still
The silent ghosts of time
But only to keep yours in you
Would I again spill mine
Our way yet lives while we yet live
Beyond is not our place to rue
Though you despair of being understood
And I of wanting to.
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