Patrick Regan has kindly shared the material from his Robert Buchanan site with readers of the Victorian Web, who may wish to consult the original.

I end as I began,
    I think as first I thought;
Woe worth the world, if Man
    Only of dust is wrought,
Only to dust must go
    After his life's brief span; —
I think so still, and so
    I end as I began.

When first I learnt to know
    The common strife of all,
My boy's heart shared the woe
    Of those who fail and fall,
For all the weak and poor
    My tears of pity ran, —
And still they flow, ev'n more
    Than when my life began!

I reverenced from the first
    The Woman-Soul divine
(Mother, that faith was nurst
    On that brave breast of thine!)
Pointing the heavenward way,
    The angel-guide of man,
She seems to me to-day
    As when my faith began!

Revolter, sword in hand,
    Friend of the weak and worn,
A boy, I took my stand
    Among the Knights forlorn;
Eager against the Strong
    To lead the martyr'd van,
I strive 'gainst Lust and Wrong
    As when the fight began!

Never to bow and kneel
    To any brazen Lie, —
To love the worst, to feel
    The least is ev'n as I, —
To hold all fame unblest
    That helps no struggling man, —
In this, as in the rest,
    I end as I began!

The creeds I've cast away
    Like husks of garner'd grain,
And of them all this day
    Does never a creed remain;
Save this, blind faith that God
    Evolves thro' martyr'd Man;
Thus, the long journey trod,
    I end as I began!

I dreamed when I began
    I was not born to die,
And in my dreams I ran
    From shining sky to sky; —
And still, now life grows cold
    And I am grey and wan,
That infant's Dream I hold,
    And end as I began!

(From Miscellaneous Poems)

Last modified 27 September 2002