Oh Masters

Oh, Masters, you who rule the world,

Will you not wait with me awhile,

When swords are sheathed and sails are furled,

And all the fields with harvest smile?

I would not waste your time for long,

I ask you but, when you are tired,

To read how by the weak, the strong

Are weighed and worshipped and desired.

When weary of the Mart, the Loom,

The Withering-house, the Riffle-blocks,

The Barrack-square, the Engine-room,

The pick-axe, ringing on the rocks,–

When tents are pitched and work is done,

While restful twilight broods above,

By fresh-lit lamp, or dying sun,

See in my songs how women love.

We shared your lonely watch by night,

We knew you faithful at the helm,

Our thoughts went with you through the fight,

That saved a soul,–or wrecked a realm

Ah, how our hearts leapt forth to you,

In pride and joy, when you prevailed,

And when you died, serene and true:

–We wept in silence when you failed!

Oh, brain that did not gain the gold!

Oh, arm, that could not wield the sword,

Here is the love, that is not sold,

Here are the hearts to hail you Lord!

You played and lost the game? What then?

The rules are harsh and hard we know,

You, still, Oh, brothers, are the men

Whom we in secret reverence so.

Your work was waste? Maybe your share

Lay in the hour you laughed and kissed;

Who knows but what your son shall wear

The laurels that his father missed?

Ay, you who win, and you who lose,

Whether you triumph,–or despair,–

When your returning footsteps choose

The homeward track, our love is there.

For, since the world is ordered thus,

To you the fame, the stress, the sword,

We can but wait, until to us

You give yourselves, for our reward.

To Whaler’s deck and Coral beach,

To lonely Ranch and Frontier-Fort,

Beyond the narrow bounds of speech

I lay the cable of my thought.

I fain would send my thanks to you,

(Though who am I, to give you praise?)

Since what you are, and work you do,

Are lessons for our easier ways.

‘Neath alien stars your camp-fires glow,

I know you not,–your tents are far.

My hope is but in song to show,

How honoured and dear you are.

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• New Year’s Dawn – Broadway by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• Madeira From The Sea by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In David’s “Child’s Garden Of Verses” by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• Love In Autumn by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In a Subway Station by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• Less Than The Cloud To The Wind by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In The Train by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In A Garden by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In The Metropolitan Museum by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In A Cuban Garden by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In The End by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In the Carpenter’s Shop by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In Spring, Santa Barbara by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In David’s “Child’s Garden Of Verses” by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale
• In a Subway Station by Sara Teasdale by Sara Teasdale

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