Iv

Had she not courage for the fight? Hath she not courage for the years to come? Hath she not courage who descends alone-- (How pitifully alone, except for Love!) Where man's thought even falters that would follow, Into the shadowy abyss (Through vast and murmurous caverns dark with crowding dread And terrible with hovering wings), To battle there with Death?--to battle There with Death, and wrest from him, O Conqueror and Mother, Life!