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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXXIII. Resignation
From ‘Marpessa’
By Stephen Phillips (1868–1915)
WHEN I remember this, how shall I know
That I myself may not, by sorrow taught,
Accept the perfect stillness of the ground?
Where, though I lie still, and stir not at all,
Yet shall I irresistibly be kind,        5
Helplessly sweet, a wandering garden bliss.
My ashes shall console and make for peace;
This mind that injured, be an aimless balm.
Or if there be some other world, with no
Bloom, neither rippling sound, nor early smell,        10
Nor leaves, nor pleasant exchange of human speech;
Only a dreadful pacing to and fro
Of spirits meditating on the sun;
A land of barèd boughs and grieving wind;
Yet would I not forgo the doom, the place,        15
Whither my poets and my heroes went
Before me; warriors that with deeds forlorn
Saddened my youth, yet made it great to live;
Lonely antagonists of Destiny,
That went down scornful before many spears,        20
Who, soon as we are born, are straight our friends;
And live in simple music, country songs,
And mournful ballads by the winter fire,
Since they have died; their death is ever mine.

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