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Page 1 of 11901 · PDF PAGE 21
… sweep, Talking of freedom to their tongueless caves, Or to the spirits which within them keep A record of the wrongs which, though they sleep, Die not, but dream of retribution.” Adonais [cancelled passage]. ILD pennons of sunrise the splendid, And scarlet of clustering flowers Cry aloud that the Winter is ended, Claim pace for the re-risen hours. The Ram in the Heavens exalted Calls War to uncover her wing ; Through skies that be hollow and vaulted Exulting the shouts of him ring : The Sign of the Spring. How hollows the heart of the heaven !…
1901 · PDF PAGE 31
They fall in the shelterless hollow ; They sleep in the cold and the sun ; They fight, and the Englishmen follow— The odds are as twenty to one ! Hide, hide thy bright eyes, O Apollo ! The murder is done.* The stones should arise to declare it, Their terror and tyrannous reign ! The earth be unable to bear it, Gape wide, for her motherly pain ! Shalt thou, O Columbia, share it, The shame and the stain ? Your stripes are the stripes of dishonour ; Your stars are cast down from the sky ; While earth has this burden upon her, Your eagle unwilling …
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
…Lord ! Is Thy path in the Water, The marvellous ways of the Deep ? Not there, O not there ! Wilt Thou slaughter Oblivion’s sons in their sleep ? Hath the deep disobeyed Thee or risen In wrath and revolt to Thy sky, Broken loose from the bands of her prison ? Held counsel against the Most High ? Yea, even as I ! But I, O Most Mighty, invoke Thee, Whose footsteps are in the Unknown. My cries were the cries that awoke Thee, Upstarting in arms from Thy Throne ! I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is …
1901 · PDF PAGE 8
…ie’s scalp, gray moor and lonely scaur ; I hear the waves together mutter in counsel deep ; I hear the thunder the winds utter in broken sleep ; I hear the voices of four rivers crying aloud ; Four Angels trumpet, and earth shivers : the heavens shroud Their faces in blank terror for the sound of them : The mountains are disturbed and roar : the azure hem That laps all lands is broken, lashed in fiery foam, And all God’s thunderbolts are crashed—against my home. Written in heaven, written on earth, written in the deep, Written by God’s own fing…