Classic Poem

I know that everything here comes from depths. I know that everything here comes from broadness; but I love the tower's tip wrought of steel, I love the banner that shows the wind a way and distance!
And it is easy for me here to bear my scarlet sorrow, and it is easy yet to strive for new happiness when I behold how multitudes are driven away by Thy glowing sword-like piercing flash .
From Thy eyes has disappeared already that bitter, aged tear-source, and clearly are burning in Thy eyeballs two greenish drops of gall ...
And I am long accustomed to contribute blood and marrow for bright banners — I do believe long ere that it is worth while to participate in World's Great Games .