Will race with Fame, until the prize is won.     

       Yea, men attain most only when they love.     

       "But steer thy passion down to the purple sea,"     

       (How went the song?) "Until at length thou come  

       Unto the Deep of Love's Satiety."     

       Truly, that is the way that brave men love:     

       Reckless of blame, despising consequence,     

       Not counting on a better day to come,     

       Seizing with warrior-hands their Joy at once.     

       And love in life is everything to us,     

       And I have failed because I have not loved.     

       But, when her soft arms go about my neck     

       And I grow pale before her great desire,     

       A new success will pass into my blood     

       And I'll be strong . . .     

  

       Ah, someone's coming up!     

       I'll draw into the shadow of this gate;     

       Perhaps he'll pass. I seem to know his tread.     

       No good! He's seen me; I must seek the light.     

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