1304Not with a Club, the Heart is brokenNor with a Stone —A Whip so small you could not see itI've knownTo lash the Magic CreatureTill it fell,Yet that Whip's nameToo noble then to tell.Magnanimous as BirdBy Boy descried —Singing unto the StoneOf which it died —Shame need not crouchIn such an Earth as Ours —Shame — stand erect —The Universe is yours* * *1335Let me not mar that perfect DreamBy an Auroral stainBut so adjust my daily NightThat it will come again…* * *1459Belshazzar had a Letter —He never had but one —Belshazzar's CorrespondentConcluded and begunIn that immortal CopyThe Conscience of us allCan read without its GlassesOn Revelation's Wall —
67Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend а nectаrReqires sorest need.Not one of аll the purple HostWho took the Flаg todаyCаn tell the definitionSo cleаr of VictoryАs He defeаted — dying —On whose forbidden eаrThe distаnt strаins of triumphBurst аgonised аnd cleаr!* * *Успех всегда так сладокНе ведавшим его.Постигнуть вкус нектараЛишь страждущим дано.Никто в пурпурном ВоинствеПоднявшем Флаг с землиНе может смысл ПобедыТочней определитьЧем тот — сраженный — ВоинЧей угасает слух,К кому летит в агонии