ON MY OWN PORTRAIT
And yet—the face shall passAs a shadow ’cross the grass;As the shadow of a bird-wingSpread a moment in the sun;As the light-blown dust that dancesIn the wind and whirls and glancesMote-wise in a passing sunbeam,When the Sand of Fate is run.Out of silence—here and hither;Into silence—whence and whitherStill unanswered; still unmappedThe road the feet have come and gone.Heart of fire, soul aspiring;Spirit daring, strong, untiring—Is the unmapped Road to SilenceAll that ye and Life have won?Ah! but there was still the fight!Darkness—and the search for light!Road unmapped—but fearless goingOut upon the journey—knowingNaught and daring all.As ye will then, weigh and measure;Count the gain and hoard the treasure—But the Fight was more than all.