Spare neither lie, nor deed, nor gold—
Smite hard, trip not, let no thought stray
From the purpose set, for short is Day,
And night is moonless, and blank and cold.
If l be dumb for a while—Remain
Dumb for a season—that none may see
What is the chain 'twixt thee and me,
And the light loss brings a greater gain.
We have seen the world's most secret woe,
We have drunk together of bitter springs,
We fashioned us vain imaginings
That lived and faded long ago
Nothing is left but Love alone,
Binding fast,—as the black frost binds
When the lake lies dead to the winter winds
And the face of the land is turned to stone—
Spur the Stallion weak and lame,
(Long it is since his fire past)
Furbish old armour, come at last
As the perfect knight of my girlhood came—
Ere the night come, come swiftly thou,
For we are old. Stay not but come.
Old lips are swiftly smitten dumb
And the lifeblood faileth even now.