Classic Poem

What swords have clashed between us; yes,
What blows, forgotten and forgiven.
With what a storm of stubbornness
We thought we drove — when we were driven.

Down to what wars we two have gone
Toward peace, that cool and quiet splendor.
And must we still go fighting on
After the ultimate surrender?

Well, let it whirl about our lives
Through breathless days and thundering weather —
I do not fear whatever drives
As long as we are driven together.