Faith by Louis Untermeyer

What are we bound for ?
What's the yield Of all this energy and waste?
Why do we spend ourselves and build
With such an empty haste ?

Wherefore the bravery we boast?
How can we spend one laughing breath
When at the end all things are lost
In ignorance and death? . . .

The stars have found a blazing course
In a vast curve that cuts through space;
Enough for us to feel that force
Swinging us through the days.

Enough that we have strength to sing
And fight and somehow scorn the grave;
That Life's too bold and bright a thing
To question or to save.