Elan Vital
SOME days I tend with careful sun and showers,
But hungry time demands their fruit of me,
And I alone possess my wasted hours,
That are the children of infinity.
But hungry time demands their fruit of me,
And I alone possess my wasted hours,
That are the children of infinity.
I dare rejoice that I have offered gifts
To many a deity of wood and clay,
And many a house have built where sea-sand drifts,
And many a ship lost on the ocean way.
To many a deity of wood and clay,
And many a house have built where sea-sand drifts,
And many a ship lost on the ocean way.
I dare rejoice at trespassing and tears,
And at the doomed Niagaras of the soul,
That, flowing faster as the chasm nears,
Go down in thunder, knowing not their goal;
And at the doomed Niagaras of the soul,
That, flowing faster as the chasm nears,
Go down in thunder, knowing not their goal;
For by their depth of wastage I can tell
How deep the source, how inexhaustible.
How deep the source, how inexhaustible.