All Poetry Is Difficult To

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.