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 

• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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