The Coward.
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A man! an arrow launched by me to pierce unmeasured space,
And hit the mark, or miss and fail, and meet me face to face
In some obscure hereafter—my heart shakes in my breast.
Oh! let me keep my little child; I dare not face the rest.
And hit the mark, or miss and fail, and meet me face to face
In some obscure hereafter—my heart shakes in my breast.
Oh! let me keep my little child; I dare not face the rest.
The Universal Query.
Shall I awake some unexpected day, and feel my soul
Shake off this drowsiness of living
And watch a new horizon backward roll
New boundaries to a new creation giving,
And see night's fearful fancies fade away,
Drowned in the sunlight of a real day?
Shake off this drowsiness of living
And watch a new horizon backward roll
New boundaries to a new creation giving,
And see night's fearful fancies fade away,
Drowned in the sunlight of a real day?
Shall I awake unto a sudden sense of exquisite release
From terrors half obscure, or wholly seeming,
And realise by that benign surcease
How drearily I have been dreaming?
And watch the freshness of a true daybreak
And draw deep breaths, and know I am awake?
From terrors half obscure, or wholly seeming,
And realise by that benign surcease
How drearily I have been dreaming?
And watch the freshness of a true daybreak
And draw deep breaths, and know I am awake?
