The coloured flames did flicker and arise.
Half boy, half decadent, always my eyes
Sparkle to danger: Oh it was joy to me
To sit with Death gambling desperately
The borrowed Coin of Life. But you, more wise,
Went forth for nothing but to do God’s will:
Went gravely out—well knowing what you did
And hating it—with feet that did not falter
To place your gift upon the highest altar.
Therefore to you this last and finest thrill