 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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TO ONE WHO FAILED
Because you failed, because you failed,
Failed without ceasing, O my friend,
And the strong spat on you and railed,
I love you, love you without end.
Failed without ceasing, O my friend,
And the strong spat on you and railed,
I love you, love you without end.
The weak ways and the wandering thought
Are grown divine because you fell:
Friend, you have won a rest unsought,
By Milton's side! you have conquered Hell,
Are grown divine because you fell:
Friend, you have won a rest unsought,
By Milton's side! you have conquered Hell,
Ay, Hell of modern seasons fled
With the creeds' refuse and the arts',
Where unideal women wed
To brute men, dowered with dying hearts.
With the creeds' refuse and the arts',
Where unideal women wed
To brute men, dowered with dying hearts.
| In the Dorian Mood | |