Epilogue
Epilogue
Original Text
Robert Browning, Asolando (London: Smith, Elder, 1894). PR 4222 A7 1894 ROBA.
1 At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
2 When you set your fancies free,
3Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
4Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
5 --Pity me?
6 Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
7 What had I on earth to do
8With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
9Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel
10 --Being--who?
11 One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
12 Never doubted clouds would break,
13Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
14Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
15 Sleep to wake.
16 No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time
17 Greet the unseen with a cheer!
18Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,
19"Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,--fight on, fare ever
20 There as here!"
Publication Start Year
1889
RPO poem Editors
J. D. Robins
RPO Edition
2RP 2.483.
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