IV

Had she not courage for the fight?

Hath she not courage for the years to come?

Hath she not courage who descends alone —

( How pitifully alone, except for Love! )

Where man's thought even falters that would follow,

Into the shadowy abyss

( Through vast and murmurous caverns dark with crowding dread

And terrible with hovering wings ),

To battle there with Death?— to battle

There with Death, and wrest from him,

O Conqueror and Mother,

Life!