(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893 / )

Something

It is something in this darker dream demented
   to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain:
it is something to have sinned, and have repented:
   it is something to have failed, and tried again!

It is something to have loved the brightest Beauty
   with no hope of aught but silence for your vow:
it is something to have tried to do your duty:
   it is something to be trying, trying now!

And, in the silent solemn hours,
   when your soul floats down the far faint flood of time --
to think of Earth's lovers who are ours,
   of her saviours saving, suffering, sublime:

And that you with THESE may be her lover,
   with THESE may save and suffer for her sake --
IT IS JOY TO HAVE LIVED, SO TO DISCOVER
   YOU'VE A LIFE YOU CAN GIVE AND SHE CAN TAKE!

by Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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'And, in the silent solemn hours, when your soul floats down the far faint flood of time - to think of Earth's lovers who are ours, of her saviours saving, suffering, sublime: '... is so beautiful. Great poem.