Credo

Credo

By

Arthur Symons

EACH, in himself, his hour to be and cease
    Endures alone, yet few there be who dare
    Sole with himself his single burden bear,
All the long day until the night's release.

Yet, ere the night fall, and the shadows close,
    This labour of himself is each man's lot ;
    All a man hath, yet living, is forgot,
Himself he leaves behind him when he goes.

If he have any valiancy within,
    If he have made his life his very own,
    If he have loved and laboured, and have known
A strenuous virtue, and the joy of sin ;

Then, being dead, he has not lived in vain,
    For he has saved what most desire to lose,
    And he has chosen what the few must choose,
Since life, once lived, returns no more again.

For

By Arthur Symons 49

For of our time we lose so large a part
    In serious trifles, and so oft let slip
    The wine of every moment at the lip
Its moment, and the moment of the heart.

We are awake so little on the earth,
    And we shall sleep so long, and rise so late,
    If there is any knocking at that gate
Which is the gate of death, the gate of birth.





MLA citation: Symons, Arthur. "Credo." The Yellow Book 3 (Oct. 1894): 48-49. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2010. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV3_symons_credo.html