Magnanimity baffled

“Sharp words we had before the fight;

But – now the fight is done –

Look, here's my hand,” said the Victor bold,

“Take it – an honest one!

What, holding back? I mean you well;

Though worsted, you strove stoutly, man;

The odds were great; I honor you:

Man honors man."

“Still silent, friend? Can grudges be?

Yet am I held a foe? –

Turned to the wall, on his cot he lies –

Never I'll leave him so!

Brave one! I here implore your hand;

Dumb still? all fellowship fled?

Nay, then, I'll have this stubborn hand!”

He snatched it – it was dead.