When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.