<SPAN name="chap074"></SPAN>
<h3> THE REMAINDER </h3>
<p class="poem">
Now faith is dead and hope is deadly sick,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And joy—dear joy—she died so long ago</SPAN><br/>
I have forgot her face; but these are quick,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Black care, and stinging shame, and bitter woe.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Then what is left in my Pandora's chest?<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Courage is left, but mated with despair,</SPAN><br/>
Who should have wed with hope. Yet be ye blest—<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rise up and take your blessing, happy pair!</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
I lay in thine, sad bride, this princely hand—<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In all the world there is no nobler name—</SPAN><br/>
And thou, brave groom—though 'tis not what we planned—<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take her, she will be true: be thou the same.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Courage and sorrow: might these two give birth?<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O thought too bold, O dream too sweet, too wild?</SPAN><br/>
Though joy—dear joy—be dead and cold in earth,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Her ghost is peace, and love is sorrow's child.</SPAN><br/></p>
<br/><br/><br/>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />
1 of 2
2 of 2
Previous
Next
Update Required
To play the media you will need to either update your browser to a recent version or update your Flash plugin.