Helen Jackson, Poems (Boston: Roberts Brother, 1892): 261-63. PS 2107 P6 1892 Robarts Library.
2 Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
3Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow
4 For half a century bit by bit.
5In faith thou knowest more to-day
6 Than I do, where it can be found!
7This shrivelled lump of suffering clay,
8 To which I am now chained and bound,
10 To the good body once I bore;
11Look at this shrunken, ghastly face:
12 Didst ever see that face before?
13Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
14 Thy only fault thy lagging gait,
15Mistaken pity in thy heart
16 For timorous ones that bid thee wait.
17Do quickly all thou hast to do,
18 Nor I nor mine will hindrance make;
19I shall be free when thou art through;
20 I grudge thee nought that thou must take!
21Stay! I have lied; I grudge thee one,
22 Yes, two I grudge thee at this last,--
23Two members which have faithful done
24 My will and bidding in the past.
25I grudge thee this right hand of mine;
26 I grudge thee this quick-beating heart;
27They never gave me coward sign,
28 Nor played me once the traitor's part.
29I see now why in olden days
30 Men in barbaric love or hate
31Nailed enemies' hands at wild crossways,
32 Shrined leaders' hearts in costly state:
33The symbol, sign and instrument
34 Of each soul's purpose, passion, strife,
35Of fires in which are poured and spent
36 Their all of love, their all of life.
37O feeble, mighty human hand!
38 O fragile, dauntless human heart!
39The universe holds nothing planned
40 With such sublime, transcendent art!
41Yes, Death, I own I grudge thee mine
42 Poor little hand, so feeble now;
43Its wrinkled palm, its altered line,
44 Its veins so pallid and so slow --
45Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
46 I shall be free when thou art through.
47Take all there is -- take hand and heart;
48 There must be somewhere work to do.
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