Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/Pride
PRIDE.
FAR up the skies, on a golden throne, She sits in her regal pride;And far—far down in a night of moan,By a surfless sea, with my thoughts, alone, I watch by the bitter tide.
But the dim infinities which lie Betwixt her love and me,Not even my love, which could never die,Shall overcome; so I'll laugh and cry, "So ho!" as I drink of the sea.