Not counting on a better day to come,
Seizing with warrior-hands their Joy at once.
And love in life is everything to us,
And I have failed because I have not loved.
But, when her soft arms go about my neck
And I grow pale before her great desire,
A new success will pass into my blood
And I'll be strong . . .
Ah, someone's coming up!
I'll draw into the shadow of this gate;