Classic Poem

Mentor

Be warned of steps retrieved in pain.

Pupils

We have strength, we have blood, we are young,

Mentor

Youth sows the links, man wears the chain.

Pupils

Shall a sweet lyric cease to be sung?

Mentor

The song is short, the travail long.

Pupils

Shall the morning brood over her grave?

Mentor

Forge weapons now to meet the throng.

Pupils

There's a bird flying white o'er the wave.

Mentor

The torrent of the blood control.

Pupils

'Tis a steed bounding whither we will.

Mentor

In more than name discern the soul.

Pupils

There is Love like a light on the hill.

Mentor

That light of Love is fleeting fire.

Pupils

In the deep sea of Love let us dive.

Mentor

The test of Love is in the lyre.

Pupils

Give us Love, and the lyre is alive.

Mentor

The chords are snapped by passion's touch.

Pupils

She is there, by the tall laurel-rose.

Mentor

You sway the staff — you grasp the crutch.

Pupils

She is beckoning: who shall oppose?

Mentor

Behold a giant in his prime.

Pupils

On her breasts are the beams of the day.

Mentor

A cripple he, surprised by Time!

Pupils

She has loosened her girdle: give way!