Self-Conquest

Another day of Battle, it's been -
Fierce and unrelieved -
I seek in sleep my rest to win -
From Struggle - a reprieve.

I wake while dark to night renewed -
Behold! the arc of sky within my view is mine!
By dint of conquest - my possession -
And the stars - the stars that glint
From their high stations - I've won them!
My prize for conquering nations.