XII
Songs For Myself. At Midnight
 

Now at last I have come to see what life is,
  Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
  Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
  Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
  Are not so good as rest.