And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,
A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
LVII
Others shall behold the sun
Through the long uncounted years,—
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
For the gods have given thee
Their best gift, an equal mind 5
That can only love, be glad,
And fear not.
LVIII
Let thy strong spirit never fear,
Nor in thy virgin soul be thou afraid.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm
With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being’s centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the serenity of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.