Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II Sister Jerome is very tired and she must sleep ; There is no other guard to keep, And so the night must be watched through with pain — Ah me, my sentinel again. The pain is like a little flame within the night, A bright white sword, from it no flight . . . Slow hours, unrolling dully, endlessly, O say, when will to-morrow be? In an eternity of dark and stillness strange, Around and 'round with pain I range, Remembering nothing fair. . . . There is no way, There is no path unto the day. chapter{Section 4III There be some that seaward roam, Adventurers of mere and main ; They watch the wave, follow the foam. There be those that hunt at home, Adventurers of pain. There be those that leave the vale, And from the hearth-stone turn away, Heart-homeless if their footsteps fail Some houseless snowy height to scale, Ere light dies with the day. There be some would know the North, And some would plant the desert-place: Daily their feet are driven forth, Their hands have measured the round earth — Adventurers of space. And they that hunt at home — that lie Unhelped, alas, of near and far ? O gulfs as great gather their cry, And hosts as fair their victory — The seekers of the Star. To leap to some sharp peak of pain, To scream white-mouth'd upon those heights, Transported by a truth made plain — From mad despair to wrest the rein — To delve in breathless nights As they were mines of gold for men — Bravely to launch on each new day A hope, wave-racked and wrecked again — To conquer through the fever-fen — Toward Death to lead the way. O, there be some that seaward roam, Adventurers of mere and main; They watch the wave, follow the foam. There be those that hunt at home, Adventurers of pain. chapte...