IDEAL
By P. H. Pearse
(Translated from the Irish by Thomas MacDonagh)
Naked I saw thee,
O beauty of beauty!
And I blinded my eyes
For fear I should flinch.
I heard thy music,
O sweetness of sweetness!
And I shut my ears
For fear I should fail.
I kissed thy lips,
O sweetness of sweetness!
And I hardened my heart
For fear of my ruin.
I blinded my eyes,
And my ears I shut,
I hardened my heart
And my love I quenched.
I turned my back
On the dream I had shaped,
And to this road before me
My face I turned.
I set my face
To the road here before me,
To the work that I see,
To the death that I shall meet.