BETA

“ At the midnight, in the silence of the
sleep-time,1
When you set your fancies free ;2
Will they pass to where—by death,
fools think, imprisoned—3
Low he lies who once so loved you,
whom you loved so,4
Pity me ?5
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mis-
taken :6
What had I on earth to do7
With the slothful, with the mawkish,
the unmanly ?8
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did
I drivel9
Being—who ?10
One who never turned his back, but
marched breast forward,11
Never doubted clouds would break :12
Never dreamed though right were
worsted, wrong would triumph,13
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to
fight better,14
Sleep to wake.15
No, at noonday, in the bustle of man’s
work-time16
Greet the unseen with a cheer,17
Bid him forward, breast and back, and
as either should be,18
Strive and thrive, cry ‘ Speed ! fight
on, fare ever19
There as here !’ ”20