Though floods shall fail, and empty holes
  Gape for the great bright eyes of seas,
  And fires devour stone walls and trees -
Thou, soul of mine, dost think to live
  Safe in thy light, and laugh at these?

Thy bravery outwears all heat
  And cold, all steel, all brass and stone;
  When Time has mixed my flesh and bone
With rocks and roots of common plants -
  Thy shining life will not be done.

Thou hast two children: one called Hope,
  The other Doubt, who will not play,
  And drives that brighter child away:
How sweet this life, if Hope alone
  Would walk with me from day to day!