Yes, you have it; I can see.
Beautiful?
Dear, look at me!
Look and let my shame confess
Triumph after weariness.
Beautiful? Ah, yes.
Lift it where the beams are bright;
Hold it where the western light,
Shining in above my bed,
Throws a glory on your head.
Now it is all said.
All there was for me to say
From the first until to-day.
Long denied and long deferred,
Now I say it in one word
Now; and you have heard.
Life would have its way with us,
And Ive called it glorious:
For I know the glory now
And I read it on your brow.
You have shown me how.
I can feel your cheeks all wet,
But your eyes will not forget:
In the frown you cannot hide
I can read where faith and pride
Are not satisfied.
But the word was, two should live:
Two should sufferand forgive:
By the steep and weary way,
For the glory of the clay,
Two should have their day.
We have toiled and we have wept
For the gift the gods have kept:
Clashing and unreconciled
When we might as well have smiled,
We have played the child.
But the clashing is all past,
And the gift is yours at last.
Lift ithold it high again!
Did I doubt you now and then?
Well, we are not men.
Never mind; we know the way,
And I do not need to stay.
Let us have it well confessed:
You to triumph, I to rest.
That will be the best.
