Χρυσέα κλῂς ἐπὶ γλώσσᾳ


If, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold,
A sense of human kindliness hath found us,
            We seem to have around us
            An atmosphere all gold,
’Midst darkest shades a halo rich of shine,
An element, that while the bleak wind bloweth,
            On the rich heart bestoweth
            Imbreathed draughts of wine;
Heaven guide, the cup be not, as chance may be,
To some vain mate given up as soon as tasted!
            No, nor on thee be wasted,
            Thou trifler, Poesy!
Heaven grant the manlier heart, that timely, ere
Youth fly, with life’s real tempest would be coping:
            The fruit of dreamy hoping
            Is, waking, blank despair.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.