THERE be who are afraid to fear, The myrmidons of Hope! Their watchword cannot lend me cheer 'Gainst that with which I cope! There is a courage of the lost, Who sail uncharted seas, Past many a firm or flying coast, And I must sail with these. There is a valor of the slain, Who strive past mortal sight While their spent corses strew the plain, And I must fight their fight. Hast thou that courage of the lost, Past theirs, that reach their goal? Whoe'er thou art, I thee accost -- Thou Comrade of my Soul! Thou dost not fear to fear -- ah, no! The depths wilt thou descend; And when thy planet sinketh low Wilt make of Night a friend! Then come! We two are proof, at last, We dare our fears to own -- But had our lot with Hope been cast What heart-break had we known! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE A SMUGGLER'S SONG by RUDYARD KIPLING A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON THE LAST MAN: KISSES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |