There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget； There were fires of grief and fear that are a few forgotten ashes, There were sparks of recognition that are not forgotten yet. For at first, with an amazed and overwhelming indignation At a measureless malfeasance that obscurely willed it thus, They were lost and unacquainted —— till they found themselves in others, Who had groped as they were groping where dim ways were perilous¹.

    There were lives that were as dark as are the fears and intuitions Of a child who knows himself and is alone with what he knows； There were pensioners² of dreams and there were debtors³ of illusions, All to fail before the triumph of a weed that only grows. There were thirsting heirs of golden sieves⁴ that held not wine or water, And had no names in traffic or more value there than toys： There were blighted⁵ sons of wonder in the Valley of the Shadow, Where they suffered and still wondered why their wonder made no noise.

    There were slaves who dragged the shackles⁶ of a precedent⁷ unbroken, Demonstrating the fulfilment of unalterable schemes, Which had been, before the cradle, Time's inexorable tenants⁸ Of what were now the dusty ruins of their father's dreams. There were these, and there were many who had stumbled up to manhood, Where they saw too late the road they should have taken long ago： There were thwarted⁹ clerks and fiddlers in the Valley of the Shadow, The commemorative wreckage¹⁰ of what others did not know.

    And there were daughters older than the mothers who had borne them, Being older in their wisdom, which is older than the earth； And they were going forward only farther into darkness, Unrelieved as were the blasting obligations of their birth； And among them, giving always what was not for their possession, There were maidens¹¹, very quiet, with no quiet in their eyes： There were daughters of the silence in the Valley of the Shadow, Each an isolated¹² item in the family sacrifice.

    There were creepers among catacombs where dull regrets were torches, Giving light enough to show them what was there upon the shelves -Where there was more for them to see than pleasure would remember Of something that had been alive and once had been themselves. There were some who stirred the ruins with a solid imprecation, While as many fled repentance¹³ for the promise of despair： There were drinkers of wrong waters in the Valley of the Shadow, And all the sparkling ways were dust that once had led them there.

    There were some who knew the steps of Age incredibly beside them, And his fingers upon shoulders that had never felt the wheel； And their last of empty trophies¹⁴ was a gilded¹⁵ cup of nothing, Which a contemplating¹⁶ vagabond would not have come to steal. Long and often had they figured for a larger valuation, But the size of their addition was the balance of a doubt： There were gentlemen of leisure in the Valley of the Shadow, Not allured¹⁷ by retrospection, disenchanted, and played out.

    And among the dark endurances of unavowed reprisals¹⁸ There were silent eyes of envy that saw little but saw well； And over beauty's aftermath of hazardous¹⁹ ambitions There were tears for what had vanished as they vanished where they fell. Not assured of what was theirs, and always hungry for the nameless, There were some whose only passion was for Time who made them cold： There were numerous fair women in the Valley of the Shadow, Dreaming rather less of heaven than of hell when they were old.

    Now and then, as if to scorn the common touch of common sorrow, There were some who gave a few the distant pity of a smile； And another cloaked a soul as with an ash of human embers, Having covered thus a treasure that would last him for a while. There were many by the presence of the many disaffected²⁰, Whose exemption²¹ was included in the weight that others bore： There were seekers after darkness in the Valley of the Shadow, And they alone were there to find what they were looking for.

    So they were, and so they are； and as they came are coming others, And among them are the fearless and the meek²² and the unborn； And a question that has held us heretofore without an answer May abide²³ without an answer until all have ceased to mourn. For the children of the dark are more to name than are the wretched, Or the broken, or the weary, or the baffled, or the shamed： There are builders of new mansions²⁴ in the Valley of the Shadow, And among them are the dying and the blinded and the maimed.