And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know
Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.
Like a knight in glittering armor,<br/>Laughter<br/>Stood up at his side.
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
You came to climb,<br/>And you endure --<br/>So turn your face to the rock of Time,<br/>Make one more foothold sure!
Neither will I put myself forward as others may do,<br/>Neither, if you wish to flatter, will I flatter you;<br/>I will look at you grimly, and so you will know I am true.
So let it be, let it be,<br/>Fretting all the day!
You are to me what the bowstring is to the shaft,<br/>Speeding my purpose aloft and aflame and afar.
Only madmen seize the story<br/>With coals of fire upon their tongue.
Time, the dark whale, spouts blithely from his spiracle<br/>A jet of memory that makes glad the sun.