THE WAKING

To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more;

I had smothered my heart as the fighter can:

I toiled, and I looked not behind or before —

I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.

By the soul at her lips, by the light of her eyes,

I dreamed a new dream as the sleeper can,

That the heavenly folly of youth was wise —

I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.

She came like a song, she will go like a star:

I shall tread the hills as the hunter can,

Mine eyes to the hunt, and my soul afar-

I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.