I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven
To the Will I have added the deed;
The Best that was in me I have given,
I have prayed, but the Gods would not heed.
I have dared and reached only disaster.
I have battled and broken my lance,
I am bruised by a pitiless master
That the weak and the timid call chance.
I am old, I am bent, I am cheated
Of all that Youth urged me to Win;
But name me not with the defeated
Tomorrow again, I begin