Ambition and Art
 

Ambition

I am the maid of the lustrous eyes
  Of great fruition,
Whom the sons of men that are over-wise
  Have called Ambition.

And the world's success is the only goal
  I have within me;
The meanest man with the smallest soul
  May woo and win me.

For the lust of power and the pride of place
  To all I proffer.
Wilt thou take thy part in the crowded race
  For what I offer?

The choice is thine, and the world is wide --
  Thy path is lonely.
I may not lead and I may not guide --
  I urge thee only.

I am just a whip and a spur that smites
  To fierce endeavour.
In the restless days and the sleepless nights
  I urge thee ever.

Thou shalt wake from sleep with a startled cry,
  In fright upleaping
At a rival's step as it passes by
  Whilst thou art sleeping.

Honour and truth shall be overthrown
  In fierce desire;
Thou shalt use thy friend as a stepping-stone
  To mount thee higher.

When the curtain falls on the sordid strife
  That seemed so splendid,
Thou shalt look with pain on the wasted life
  That thou hast ended.

Thou hast sold thy life for a guerdon small
  In fitful flashes;
There has been reward -- but the end of all
  Is dust and ashes.

For the night has come and it brings to naught
  Thy projects cherished,
And thine epitaph shall in brass be wrought --
  `He lived and perished.'

Art

I wait for thee at the outer gate,
  My love, mine only;
Wherefore tarriest thou so late
  While I am lonely.

Thou shalt seek my side with a footstep swift,
  In thee implanted
Is the love of Art and the greatest gift
  That God has granted.

And the world's concerns with its rights and wrongs
  Shall seem but small things --
Poet or painter, a singer of songs,
  Thine art is all things.

For the wine of life is a woman's love
  To keep beside thee;
But the love of Art is a thing above --
  A star to guide thee.

As the years go by with thy love of Art
  All undiminished,
Thou shalt end thy days with a quiet heart --
  Thy work is finished.

So the painter fashions a picture strong
  That fadeth never,
And the singer singeth a wond'rous song
  That lives for ever.