Because My Faltering Feet May Fail To Dare The First Descendant Of The Steps Of Hell Give Me The Word In Time That Triumphs There. I Too Must Pass Into The Misty Hollow Where All Our Living Laughter Stops: And Hark! The Tiny Stuffless Voices Of The Dark Have Called Me, Called Me, Till I Needs Must Follow: Give Me The Word And I'll Attempt It Well. Say It's The Little Winking Of An Eye Which In That Issue Is Uncurtained Quite; A Little Sleep That Helps A Moment By Between The Thin Dawn And The Large Daylight. Ah! Tell Me More Than Yet Was Hoped Of Men; Swear That's True Now, And I'll Believe It Then.