September 6th, 2005
|01:03 pm - Poetry for the Day|
Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth
by Arthur Hugh Clough
Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain;
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves vainly breaking
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
I love it when I find poetry through somebody's fic; I found this during a reread of K. Ryn's TS fic Smoke and Mirrors.
Current Mood: hopeful
|Date:||September 6th, 2005 09:59 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah--that was the line that grabbed me. :-)
Suddenly, I desire an icon with that line...maybe I'll see if my more visual friends want to make me one....
|Date:||September 7th, 2005 04:01 pm (UTC)|| |
From what fandom?
|Date:||September 7th, 2005 04:15 pm (UTC)|| |
Let me ponder that one. I'm tempted to say Jim Ellison from The Sentinel; but it might be fun on a Mulder (X-Files) icon too.
|Date:||September 8th, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)|| |
How about this?
Teh 1c0n (http://www.geocities.com/jakenet_2000/muldercon5fin.jpg)
|Date:||September 8th, 2005 04:27 pm (UTC)|| |
*speechless with delight*
You even got an XF-ish font for the text!
I think this shall require a post of its own. :-D Muchas gracias, mi amigo!