Born of worship and fierce despair,
Dreamed that Heaven were only happy
If at length I should find him there.
Shapes in the mist, ye see me lonely,
Lonely and sad in the dim firelight:
How far now to the last of all battles?
(Listen, the guns are loud to-night!)
Whatever comes, I will strike once surely,
Once because of an ancient tryst,
Once for love of your dear dead faces