At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where -- by death, fools think, imprisoned -- Low lies her who once so loved you whom you loved so, Pity me? Oh, to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drive! -- Being -- who? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph. Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him foreward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed, -- fight on fare ever There as here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |