Second Best

Here in the dark， O heart；

　　Alone with the enduring Earth， and Night，

　　And Silence， and the warm strange smell of clover；

　　Clear-visioned， though it break you； far apart

　　From the dead best， the dear and old delight；

　　Throw down your dreams of immortality¹，

　　O faithful， O foolish lover！

　　Here's peace for you， and surety； here the one

　　Wisdom —— the truth！ —— "All day the good glad sun

　　Showers love and labour on you， wine and song；

　　The greenwood laughs， the wind blows， all day long

　　Till night." And night ends all things.

　　Then shall be

　　No lamp relumed in heaven， no voices crying，

　　Or changing lights， or dreams and forms that hover²！

　　（And， heart， for all your sighing，

　　That gladness and those tears are over， over. . . .）

　　And has the truth brought no new hope at all，

　　Heart， that you're weeping yet for Paradise？

　　Do they still whisper， the old weary cries？

　　"'Mid³ youth and song， feasting and carnival⁴，

　　Through laughter， through the roses， as of old

　　Comes death， on shadowy and relentless⁵ feet，

　　Death， unappeasable by prayer or gold；

　　Death is the end， the end！"

　　Proud， then， clear-eyed and laughing， go to greet

　　Death as a friend！

　　Exile of immortality， strongly wise，

　　Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes

　　To what may lie beyond it. Sets your star，

　　O heart， for ever！ Yet， behind the night，

　　Waits for the great unborn， somewhere afar，

　　Some white tremendous daybreak. And the light，

　　Returning， shall give back the golden hours，

　　Ocean a windless level， Earth a lawn

　　Spacious⁶ and full of sunlit dancing-places，

　　And laughter， and music， and， among the flowers，

　　The gay child-hearts of men， and the child-faces

　　O heart， in the great dawn！