But into order falls our life at last, Though in the retrospection jarred and blent. Broken ambition, love misplaced or spent Too soon, and slander busy with the past: Sorrows too sweet to lose, or vexing joy. But Time will bring oblivion of annoy, And Silence bind the blows that words have lent; And we will dwell, unheeding Love or Fame Like him who has outlived a shining Name: And Peace will come, as evening comes to him, No leader now of men, no longer proud But poor and private, watching the sun's rim; Contented too, to fade as yonder cloud Dim fades, and as the sun fades, fades alike, like dim. |