THOUGH now thou hast failed and art fallen, despair not because of defeat, <br />Though lost for a while be thy heaven and weary of earth be thy feet, <br />For all will be beauty about thee hereafter through sorrowful years, <br />And lovely the dews for thy chilling and ruby thy heart-drip of tears. <br /> <br /> <br />The eyes that had gazed from afar on a beauty that blinded the eyes <br />Shall call forth its image for ever, its shadow in alien skies. <br />The heart that had striven to beat in the heart of the Mighty too soon <br />Shall still of that beating remember some errant and faltering tune. <br /> <br /> <br />For thou hast but fallen to gather the last of the secrets of power; <br />The beauty that breathes in thy spirit shall shape of thy sorrow a flower, <br />The pale bud of pity shall open the bloom of its tenderest rays, <br />The heart of whose shining is bright with the light of the Ancient of Days.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-in-failure/
