Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Failure

He wrote a play; by day and night
He strove with passion and delight;
Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,
His drama was a sorry flop.

In Parliament he sought a seat;
Election Day brought dire defeat;
Yet he had wooed with word and pen
Prodigiously his fellow men.

And then he wrote a lighter play
That made him famous in a day.
He won a seat in Parliament,
And starry was the way he went.

Yet as he neared the door of death
They heard him say with broken breath:
'For all I've spoken, planned and penned,
I'm just a wash-out in the end.'

So are we all; our triumphs won
Are mean by what we might have done.
Our victories that men applaud
Are sordid in the sight of God.

Robert William Service’s other poems:

  1. Spanish Women
  2. The Prospector
  3. Playboy
  4. Pullman Porter
  5. Abandoned Dog

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Rupert Brooke (Руперт Брук) Failure (“Because God put His adamantine fate”)
  • George Evans (Джордж Эванс) Failure (“THE BOY went out from the ranges grim”)
  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Failure (“There are some souls”)

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