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!