To-Day

I.

VOICE, with what mounting fire thou singest free hearts of old fashion,
English scorners of Spain sweeping the blue sea-way,
Sing me the daring of life for life, the magnanimous passion
Of man for man, in the mean, populous streets of To-day.

II.

Hand, with what color and power thou couldst show in the ring, hot-sanded,
Brown Bestiarius holding the lean, tawn tiger at bay,
Paint me the wrestle of Toil with the wild beast Want, bare-handed;
Shadow me forth a soul steadily facing To-day.