No more!

On things that fail us, reed by reed, to lean,

To mourn the changed, the far away, the dead;

To send our troubled spirits through the unseen,

Intensely questioning for treasures fled—

No more!

Words of triumphant music! Bear we on

The weight of life, the chain, the ungenial air;

Their deathless meaning, when our tasks are done,

To learn in joy,—to struggle, to despair—