At Long Last

Late, late, the prize is drawn, the goal attained,

The Heart’s Desire fulfilled, Love’s guerdon gained.

Wealth’s use is past, Fame’s crown of laurel mocks

The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.

The end is reached-the end of toil and strife-

The end of life.

Love flowers and fades like grass, and flowers again;

The spendthrift lovers waste themselves in vain;

Their fiery passions burn out one by one,

And then, alas! when their best days are done,

Spirit and body find their perfect mate-

So late! So late!

Long-sought, long seeking, through the lonely years,

The wanderers meet to weep their useless tears

For time and chance irrevocably flown,

Dear hopes outlived and happy faiths outgrown,

Children unborn, the myriad joys unseen

That might have been.

Not for the spring and morning-time of youth

The perfect flower of slow-unfolding truth,

The perfect love, that dreams of youth foretell,

But youth knows not and youth could never tell;

That light celestial, as of sunset fires

When day expires.

Late comes the gift that crowns the hungry quest,

Like ripe wheat-harvest in a land at rest,

And comes alone, a consecrated cup,

To those proved worthy to sit down and sup.

To them-aye, aye, despite their treasure lost,

‘T’is worth the cost.

‘T’is worth the cost to reach the heights at last,

Ere eyes are dim and daylight overpast.

To see one aim achieved, one dream fulfilled,

Ere striving brain and trusting heart are stilled.

To live one glorious hour-its price of pain

Is never paid in vain.

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Poems in English 

• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

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