I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy, And

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy.

To Suffer Woes Which Hope Thinks Infinite; To Forgive Wrongs Darker Than Death Or Night; To Defy Power, Which Seems Omnipotent; To Love, And Bear; To Hope, Till Hope Creates From Its Own Wreck The Thing It Contemplates; Neither To Change, Nor Falter, Nor Repent; This, Like Thy Glory, Titan, Is To Be Good, Great And Joyous, Beautiful And Free; This Is Alone Life, Joy, Empire, And Victory.

The Intense Atom Glows A Moment, Then Is Quenched In A Most Cold Repose.

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.

I See The Waves Upon The Shore, Like Light Dissolved In Star-showers, Thrown.