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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE'S GAIN, by EDWARD DOWDEN Poet's Biography
First Line: Now having gained life's gain, how hold it fast?
Last Line: Around his feet stoop the obsequious hours.
First Line: Now having gained life's gain, how hold it fast?
Last Line: Around his feet stoop the obsequious hours.
'NOW having gained Life's gain, how hold it fast?
The harder task! because the world is still
The world, and days creep slow, and wear the will,
And custom, gendering in the heart's blind waste,
Brings forth a winged mist, which with no haste
Upcircling the steep air, and charged with ill,
Blots all our shining heights adorable,
And leaves slain Faith, slain Hope, slain Love the last.'
O shallow lore of life! He who hath won
Life's gain doth hold nought fast, who could hold all,
Holden himself of strong, immortal Powers.
The stars accept him; for his sake the Sun
Has sworn in heaven an oath memorial;
Around his feet stoop the obsequious Hours.