Classic Poem

Give me your hand … I have need of it now,
Need as never before,
For the strength that was mine is utterly gone—
A part of my life no more!

I have walked through the valley of Dead Desires
Tasting the dregs of despair;
I have sought for a sign that should give me peace,
Sought,—but it was not there.
For some, there is Faith that illumines the Path
For some, there is hope, ever strong;
But the touch of your hand is the need of me now—
The sound of your voice in song!

Shaken and numb is the soul of me, yet
It shall triumph, if yours be true,
Brain and hands shall create and build
But only for you! for you,
And even that apple of dust, Success,
Shall come, if that is your will,
Give me your hand,—with the song on your lips,—
And the ache in my heart is still!

All that is worthy in me, is yours—
What if my dreams be dead?
Fires of faith still burn in your heart,
Unbowed is your regal head.
Only your love and the light in your eyes
Can save me from self-defeat.
I am done with the Game … but your calm, white soul
Shames mine when I think of retreat!

Give me your hand … And the strength that is there
Shall waken my own anew,—
I can force the fight and win, by the gods!
But not for myself—for You!