So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone,
And the way was laid so certainly, that, when I'd
What dumb thing looked up at you? Was it something heard,
Or a sudden cry, that meekly and
without a word
You broke the faith, and strangely, weakly, slipped apart.
You gave in -- you, the proud of
heart, unbowed of heart!
Was this, friend, the end of all that we could do?
And have you found the best
for you, the rest for you?
Did you learn so suddenly (and I not by!)
Some whispered story, that stole the
glory from the sky,
And ended all the splendid dream, and made you go
So dully from the fight we know,
the light we know?
O faithless! the faith remains, and I must pass
Gay down the way, and on alone. Under the grass
wait; the breeze moves in the trees, and stirs, and calls,
And covers you with white petals, with light petals.
it shall crumble, frail and fair, under the sun,
O little heart, your brittle heart; till day be done,
And the shadows
gather, falling light, and, white with dew,
Whisper, and weep; and creep to you. Good sleep to you!