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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, / When you set your fancies free, / Will they pass to where -- by death, fools think, imprisoned -- / Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, / -- Pity me?
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! / What had I on earth to do / With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? / Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel / -- Being -- who?
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, / Never doubted clouds would break, / Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, / Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, / Sleep to wake.
No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time / Greet the unseen with a cheer! / Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, / "Strive and thrive! " cry "Speed, -- fight on, fare ever / There as here! "