Had she not courage for the fight?
Hath she not courage for the years to come?
Hath she not courage who descends alone —
( How pitifully alone, except for Love! )
Where man's thought even falters that would follow,
Into the shadowy abyss
( Through vast and murmurous caverns dark with crowding dread
And terrible with hovering wings ),
To battle there with Death?— to battle
There with Death, and wrest from him,
O Conqueror and Mother,
Life!