The Waking

To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more; I had smothered my heart as the fighter can: I toiled, and I looked not behind or before-- I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.

By the soul at her lips, by the light of her eyes, I dreamed a new dream as the sleeper can, That the heavenly folly of youth was wise-- I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.

She came like a song, she will go like a star: I shall tread the hills as the hunter can, Mine eyes to the hunt, and my soul afar- I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.