BLIND PLAYERS
Daybreaks, and the old dramaRepeats itself anew:The hind wakes to be hunted,The huntsman topursue—The lover and the belovèd,Each one doomed to his part;The victor and the vanquished,The hushed and the hurryingheart—In terror and in triumphThey play it through again,The old, unchanging dramaOf passion and of pain,As the great Will has willed it,That, in all forms being cast,Wars on Itself forever.O may they at thelast—The falcon, and the fledglingHe stoops to from the sky;The lips that are so eager,The lips that woulddeny—When the old war is ended,When the stern Will is done,Meet in eternal pityAnd know themselves as one!
Daybreaks, and the old dramaRepeats itself anew:The hind wakes to be hunted,The huntsman topursue—The lover and the belovèd,Each one doomed to his part;The victor and the vanquished,The hushed and the hurryingheart—In terror and in triumphThey play it through again,The old, unchanging dramaOf passion and of pain,As the great Will has willed it,That, in all forms being cast,Wars on Itself forever.O may they at thelast—The falcon, and the fledglingHe stoops to from the sky;The lips that are so eager,The lips that woulddeny—When the old war is ended,When the stern Will is done,Meet in eternal pityAnd know themselves as one!
Daybreaks, and the old dramaRepeats itself anew:The hind wakes to be hunted,The huntsman topursue—
Daybreaks, and the old drama
Repeats itself anew:
The hind wakes to be hunted,
The huntsman topursue—
The lover and the belovèd,Each one doomed to his part;The victor and the vanquished,The hushed and the hurryingheart—
The lover and the belovèd,
Each one doomed to his part;
The victor and the vanquished,
The hushed and the hurryingheart—
In terror and in triumphThey play it through again,The old, unchanging dramaOf passion and of pain,
In terror and in triumph
They play it through again,
The old, unchanging drama
Of passion and of pain,
As the great Will has willed it,That, in all forms being cast,Wars on Itself forever.O may they at thelast—
As the great Will has willed it,
That, in all forms being cast,
Wars on Itself forever.
O may they at thelast—
The falcon, and the fledglingHe stoops to from the sky;The lips that are so eager,The lips that woulddeny—
The falcon, and the fledgling
He stoops to from the sky;
The lips that are so eager,
The lips that woulddeny—
When the old war is ended,When the stern Will is done,Meet in eternal pityAnd know themselves as one!
When the old war is ended,
When the stern Will is done,
Meet in eternal pity
And know themselves as one!