English poem
Fire And Sleet And Candlelight
by Elinor Wylie (1885–1928)
For this you've striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil.
For this, you've wasted Wings of your youth; Divined, and tasted Bitter springs of truth.
From sand unslaked Twisted strong cords, And wandered naked Among trysted swords.
There's a word unspoken, A knot untied. Whatever is broken The earth may hide.
The road was jagged Over sharp stones: Your body's too ragged To cover your bones.
The wind scatters Tears upon dust; Your soul's in tatters Where the spears thrust.
Your race is ended-- See, it is run: Nothing is mended Under the sun.
Straight as an arrow You fall to a sleep Not too narrow And not too deep.