Must all of worth be travailled for, and those 
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea 
Must years go by in sad uncertainty 
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, 
Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows 
All inner meanings will reveal, but we 
Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be 
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes, 
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day 
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back; 
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay 
To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack 
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray, 
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.