Meter of "Courage"
By: Arthur Christopher Benson
Italics- Unstress
Bold- Stress

I have been brave in my way,
Though men did not call me brave
They deem that I creep  away,
If ever a pennon wave
over the flashing fray.

Yet I have lain through the night
shuddering, open-eyed.
straining my aching sight,
Angel or sullen sprite

Then in the Haggard day,--
Cruel and cold it shone,--
Sighting in sad disamy,
I bind my armour on;
have been brave,  I say.

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