Missed




There is one moment when the gods are kind,
And, bending down, pour blessings on our head;
It is the moment when all men are blind,
And Honour perished.

There is one moment when the fire flies,
God-sent, and flickers; hold it he who may.
It is the moment when on other eyes
Our own are turned away.

There is one moment when our Love is loving,
And would repay our worship. Lo! alas!
It is the moment when the blood is moving
Coldly, that these things pass.

There is one moment of a high endeavour
That stirs our pulse with passion. Be it so;
'Tis but one moment, and is lost for ever;
Account this, therefore, woe.

There is one moment only that shall make
Men equal. For the rest we strike and strike
The chords all jarringly, no comfort take.
There are no twain alike.