Olive
O Sunshine in profoundest gloom,
To know that on the earth there dwells,
Somewhere, unseen, one woman whom
No noblest thought excels;
And that by valor to resign,
I make her more than ever mine.
Too late, too late, I learn how sweet
'T would be to reach a noble aim,
And then fling fondly at your feet
The fullness of my fame.
Now now, I scarce know which is best,
To strive, or lay me down and rest.
O winter in the sunless land!
O narrowed day! O darker night!
To know that on the earth there dwells,
Somewhere, unseen, one woman whom
No noblest thought excels;
And that by valor to resign,
I make her more than ever mine.
Too late, too late, I learn how sweet
'T would be to reach a noble aim,
And then fling fondly at your feet
The fullness of my fame.
Now now, I scarce know which is best,
To strive, or lay me down and rest.
O winter in the sunless land!
O narrowed day! O darker night!
O loss of all that let me stand
A giant in the fight!
A giant in the fight!
I dwindle; for I see, and sigh,
A mated bird is more than I.
A mated bird is more than I.
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