Will all those dangers
I missed out on jeer
Standing up, last, unflinched
To Death's reared-up leer?
Shrunk back to nothing
Fearing's depths, undived!
With those, pool-like, gleamed;
In young love deprived.
Behind, in Life's trek
Each point where lacked I
Its adventurous spirit.
Themselves to defy!
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