from "To Meet, or Otherwise"

Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams,
     Or whether to stay
And see thee not! How vast the difference seems
     Of Yea from Nay
Just now. Yet this same sun will slant its beams
     At no far day
On our two mounds, and then what will the difference weigh!

Yet I will see thee, maiden dear, and make
     The most I can
Of what remains to us amid this brake Cimmerian
Through which we grope, and from whose thorns we ache,
     While still we scan
Round our frail faltering progress for some path or plan.