For hadst thou, that confluent night and day
Had in oblivion currents borne away
Not one alone—but coward! thou didst stay—
Thou hast not loved her, hast not as thou couldst!
V.
OH Life, thou hast no power left to strive,
Life, who, upon wild mountains of Surprise,
Behold'st Love's citadelled, tall towers rise,—
Shafts of clear, Paphian waters poured that live.