It is something to have wept 
	as we have wept,
And something to have done 
	as we have done;
It is something to have watched 
	when all have slept,
And seen the stars which never
	see the sun.

It is something to have smelt
	the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave 
	the thorny rods;
It is something to have hungered 
	once as those
Must hunger who have ate
	the bread of gods.

To have known the things that from
	the weak are furled,
The fearful ancient passions, 
	strange and high;
It is something to be wiser 
	than the world,
And something to be older
	than the sky.

Lo, and blessed are our ears
	for they have heard:
Yea, blessed are our eyes
	for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on human,
	beast, and bird,
And lightning. It is something
	to have been.