I would be a torch unto your hand, <br />A lamp upon your forehead, Labor, <br />In the wild darkness before the Dawn <br />That I shall never see… <br /> <br />We shall advance together, my Beloved, <br />Awaiting the mighty ushering… <br />Together we shall make the last grand charge <br />And ride with gorgeous Death <br />With all her spangles on <br />And cymbals clashing… <br />And you shall rush on exultant as I fall - <br />Scattering a brief fire about your feet… <br /> <br />Let it be so… <br />Better - while life is quick <br />And every pain immense and joy supreme, <br />And all I have and am <br />Flames upward to the dream… <br />Than like a taper forgotten in the dawn, <br />Burning out the wick.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-43/
