Through dark paths I shalt be light
Though night is here I shalt be day
As thrown down what once I lifted up
Now giveth away the summer of mine love
For now is not what I am but what I was
Though far above beds of fevered death I be
Weep not for what you wish I loved
Or for the clumsy average of mine stay
But smile for what is lost to others gained
For I sang upon the world and heard in force
The cost of blessed thought, and danced upon
The ground we lost before the best was fought.