And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know

You are to me what the bowstring is to the shaft,
Speeding my purpose aloft and aflame and afar.

So let it be, let it be,
Fretting all the day!

Neither will I put myself forward as others may do,
Neither, if you wish to flatter, will I flatter you;
I will look at you grimly, and so you will know I am true.

You came to climb,
And you endure --
So turn your face to the rock of Time,
Make one more foothold sure!

Like a knight in glittering armor,
Laughter
Stood up at his side.