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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• France, the 18th year of These States. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• For Him I Sing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Facing West from California’s Shores. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Faces. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Excelsior. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Elemental Drifts. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Eidólons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Earth! my Likeness! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Drum-Taps. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Dresser, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Dirge for Two Veterans. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Despairing Cries. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Delicate Cluster. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Debris. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Darest Thou Now, O Soul. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Dalliance of the Eagles, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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