’t is something from that tangle to have won;
’T is something to have matched the wildbird’s flight;
’T is something to have soared and touched the sun.
What though the lashing billows roar beneath?
Better than death in life is life in death:—Good night!
Now, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the secret of life.
Why, the very green of the grass in the fields with betrayal is rife!
The whirr of the grasshopper by the wayside proclaims it to all; …