"The Struggle Naught Availeth" 2731 Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring, A chance may win that by mischance was lost; Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all. "SAY NOT, THE STRUGGLE NAUGHT AVAILETH” SAY not, the struggle naught availeth, If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; Arthur Hugh Clough [1819-1861] KYRIELLE A LARK in the mesh of the tangled vine, All things must end, as all began. A little pain, a little pleasure, Where is the time for hope or doubt? Golden morning and purple night, Ending waits on the brief beginning; Weary waiting and weary striving, Speedily fades the morning glitter; Toil and pain and the evening rest; All things must end that have begun. John Payne [fl. 1770-1800] "LET ME ENJOY" LET me enjoy the earth no less About my path there flits a Fair, And laud those lips not meant for mine. From manuscripts of moving song Perhaps some day, toward Paradise Thomas Hardy [1840 SONG BECAUSE the rose must fade, Shall I not love the rose? Because the summer shade Passes when winter blows, Shall I not rest me there In the cool air? Because the sunset sky Makes music in my soul, Only to fail and die, Shall I not take the whole While yet it lives? Because the sweet of youth To learn its lingering tune; My joy to memorize In those young eyes? If, like the summer flower That blooms-a fragrant death, Keen music hath no power To live beyond its breath, Ah, yes, because the rose Fades like the sunset skies; Because rude winter blows Eternity! Richard Watson Gilder (1844-1909] "WHERE RUNS THE RIVER" WHERE runs the river? Who can say And blossoms blue? Where runs the river? Hill and wood Yet this we know: O'er whatso plains Or rocks or waterfalls it strains, At last the Vast the stream attains; And I, and you. Francis William Bourdillon [1852 Self-Dependence 2735 SELF-DEPENDENCE WEARY of myself, and sick of asking And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send: "Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! "Ah, once more," I cried, "ye stars, ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew; Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you, Feel my soul becoming vast like you!" From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, Over the lit sea's unquiet way, In the rustling night-air came the answer: "Unaffrighted by the silence round them, These demand not that the things without them "And with joy the stars perform their shining, "Bounded by themselves, and unregardful cry O air-born voice! long since, severely clear, like thine in mine own heart I hear: "Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he, Who finds himself, loses his misery!" Matthew Arnold (1822-1888] |