Do not stamp tamely into that calm wood,

Do not stamp tamely into that calm wood,
late peace should rant and blow at close of day;
howl, howl against the yielding of the leaf.
Though wise men at their end know fear is free,
Because their risks had broken no love they
Do not stamp tamely into that calm wood,
calm men, the best sway by, crying how bold
Their sorry thoughts might have thrived in a deep field,
howl, howl against the yielding of the leaf.
brute men who helped and faced the dawn in dance,
And learn, too dear, they shunned it on its way,
Do not stamp tamely into that calm wood,
mean men, at night, who brave with clenching grasp
dashed hopes could blaze like sunlight and be real,
howl, howl against the yielding of the leaf.
And you, my husband, there on the grim street,
judge, hug, me now with your fierce cries, I pray.
Do not stamp tamely into that calm wood,
howl, howl against the yielding of the leaf.

Crunch!