Life’s Fleet-foot Run
Traversing these roads of bitter life, broken and apart,
We love, we feel, though the destruction heaven causeth is such
That we are lost, aside from the screens and ways at heart
Terribly terrible, that to which, inasmuch
We are drifting forever, a joke, a ghost, a mite of dust
Broken beneath the king-queen of all to whom stars pledge
Rolling away downhill across the icy bend, we must!
Further and further below even abyss, deeper than dark, the edge!
Some days are harder than others,
Others harder than some,
But be it now or tomorrow still
To love alone our souls so sprint;
To her sweet abode, life’s fleet-foot run!