Poems (Proctor)/Hope and Despair
HOPE AND DESPAIR.
Clouds, dark and lowering, hid the sky;Despair with cup of rue stood by And sighed, "Drink, and be mine!"But with such tears and moans she prayed,To Hope I turned—the radiant maid— And quaffed her rosy wine.That instant heaven was sunny blue!—And in my secret soul I knewDespair, the coward, brought the shade, Brave-hearted Hope the shine.