Rispetto: Devour'd

What sort of hope outlasts such labored breathing,
Heaving through the mountains like a lost art form,
Cutting quick the arteries, now bereaving,
Now enduring, now demanding hope conform?
Trembling soul, you have not lost the fight till now;
Give way to every circumstance life allows,
And carry with you strength that crumbles towers:
Wait awhile and gain the land which hope devours.