Iv

So forward still, might but my strength avail Out of the brooding darkness of my plight, Each day to bring one glimmering shaft of light, Each night to add some fragment to the tale, That so I sleep. Else o’er my dreams prevail These sorrows, or within me hour-long smite The hammers of the brain, and turn the night Into a thing to make man’s reason fail. --A little further; for the thoughts still rise Over me like a soughing wind, that blows From where the surges boom along the graile Of the world’s misery under lowering skies, --A little further and my task I close, Lest twilight overtake me and I stale.

HESEPE, 25th June