To Meet, or Otherwise

Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams,
      Or whether to stay
And see thee not! How vast the difference seems
      Of Yea from Nay
Just now. Yet this same sun will slant its beams
      At no far day
On our two mounds, and then what will the difference weigh!

Yet I will see thee, maiden dear, and make
      The most I can
Of what remains to us amid this brake
      Cimmerian
Through which we grope, and from whose thorns we ache,
      While still we scan
Round our frail faltering progress for some path or plan.

By briefest meeting something sure is won;
      It will have been:
Nor God nor Daemon can undo the done,
      Unsight the seen,
Make muted music be as unbegun,
      Though things terrene
Groan in their bondage till oblivion supervene.

So, to the one long-sweeping symphony
      From times remote
Till now, of human tenderness, shall we
      Supply one note,
Small and untraced, yet that will ever be
      Somewhere afloat
Amid the spheres, as part of sick Life's antidote.

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