Finis
A little while, and all in silence ends
My best or worst! On each at last descends
The fatal curtain! Soul, thy part is played:
No voice thou heedest now of foes or friends!
In one strait space of clinging earth I lie,
Unmoved for storm or sunlight drifting by:
Yea, though one praise and love, or all forget,
That stark thing recks not, that but now was I.
Ah! so in dreams tired life affects content,
And wakes rebellious. " Not for this were sent,
My God, " she cries, " Thy beauty and Thy love,
That strave within me towards accomplishment. "
My best or worst! On each at last descends
The fatal curtain! Soul, thy part is played:
No voice thou heedest now of foes or friends!
In one strait space of clinging earth I lie,
Unmoved for storm or sunlight drifting by:
Yea, though one praise and love, or all forget,
That stark thing recks not, that but now was I.
Ah! so in dreams tired life affects content,
And wakes rebellious. " Not for this were sent,
My God, " she cries, " Thy beauty and Thy love,
That strave within me towards accomplishment. "
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