This is an old and very cruel god
We will endure;
We will try not to wince
When he crushes and rends us.
If indeed it is for your sakes,
If we perish or moan in torture,
Or stagger under sordid burdens
That you may live—
Then we can endure.
If our wasted blood
Makes bright the page
Of poets yet to b;
If this our tortured life
Save from destruction's nails
Gold words of a Greek long dead;
Then we can endure,
Then watch the sun rise
Without utter bitterness.
But, O thou old and very cruel god,
Take, if thou canst, this bitter cup from us.