SO faint with mortal weariness I lie I cannot lift mine eye To where the hills rise and the strong stars burn. The voices of the night speak words of cheer That fall upon my ear Only to break the rest for which I yearn. Foes I have met undaunted. Pain and strife Were ministers of life. I greeted danger as one greets a friend. Hopes died, but fears died with them. All my heart Leaped to the hero's part. So I were true, what need of other end? But now -- to feel my courage faint and fall; To know death's grim, sure call, Nor flash aquiver with exultant thrill; Though unaffrayed, to sink in mute dismay, O'erwhelmed with shadows -- Yea, Even mine own faltering I can face, and will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT |