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And ou Too . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4
e Hurricane . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6
At the Grave in Waldheim . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8
Ut Sementem Feceris, Ita Metes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
e Dirge of the Sea . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11
I Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15
Loves Ghost . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16
Life or Death . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18
e Toast of Despair . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19
Mary Wollstone Cra . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21
John P. Altgeld . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
In Memoriam . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24
e Feast of Vultures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25
e Suicides Defense . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28
Germinal . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31
Santa Agueda . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32
e Road Builders . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33
Ave Et Vale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34
Marsh-Bloom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38
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Light Upon Waldheim . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39
Written in Red . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40
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And ou Too
Te moonlight rolls down like a river,
Te silence streams out like a sea,
And far where the eastern winds quiver,
My farewell goes oating to thee.
like night, when the sunset is fading
And starbeams troop up in the skies,
Trough a cold, dark and lonely forever
Gleams the light of the poet eyes.
And sometimes when l am weary,
When the path is thorny and Wild,
lll look bac to the lyes in the twilight,
Bac to the eyes that smiled.
And pray that a wreath like a rainbow
May slip from the beautiful past,
And Crown me again with the sweet, strong love
And keep me, and hold me fast.
lor the way is not strown with petal son,
lt is covered with hearts that weep,
And the wounds l tread toud a deeper source
Tan you think it mine to keep.
Down the years l shall move without you,
Yet ever must feel the blow
Tat caused me a deeper pain to give
Tan you will ever know.
lor the tears that dropped on my hands that night
Neath the mystical shining moon,
Were a sacred dew, consecrated there,
On the rose-altered heart of June.
And the heart that beat against mine like a bird
Tat is uuering, wounded sore,
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With its nest all broken, deserted, torn,
Will beat there forevermore.
But the world moves on, and the piteous larth
Still groans in the monster pain,
And the star that leads me points onward yet,
Tough the red drops fall like rain!
Ah, not to a blaze of light l go,
Nor shouts of a triumph train,
l go down to kiss the dregs of woe,
And drink up the Cup of Pain.
And whether a scaold or crucix waits
Neath the light of my silver star,
l know and l care not l only know
l shall pause not though it be far.
Tough a crucied life or an agonized death,
Tough long, or quic and sharp,
l am rmly wrought in the endless thread
Of Destinys woof and warp.
And l do not shrink, though a wave of pain
Sobs over me now and then,
As l think of those saddest of all sad words,
Te pitiful might have been.
lt might have been it is not to be,
And the tones of your swans farewell
Ring sadly, solemnly deep to me
like the voice of a sobbing bell.
Ay, gather your petals and take them bac
To the dead heart under the dew,
And crown it again with the red love bloom,
lor the dead are always true.
But go not bac to the sediment
ln the slime of the moaning sea,
lor a beuer world belongs to you,
And a beuer friend to me.
St. Johns, Miigan, 1888
e Hurricane
We are the birds of the coming storm. August Spies
Te tide is out, the wind blows o the shore,
Bare burn the white sands in the scording sun,
Te sea complains, but its great voice is low.
Biuer thy woes, O People,
And the burden
Hardly to be borne!
Wearily grows, O People,
All the ading
Of thy pierced heart, bruised and torn!
But yet thy time is not,
And low thy moaning.
Desert thy sands!
Not yeat is thy breath hot, Vengefully blowing,
lt wans oer lined hands.
Te tide has turned, the vane veers slowly round,
Slow clouds are sweeping oer the blinding light,
White crests curl on the sea its voice grows deep.
Angry thy heart, O People!
And its bleeding
lire-tipped with rising hate!
Ty clasped hands part, O People,
lor thy praying Warmed not the desolate!
God did not hear thy moan
Now it is swelling
To a great drowning cry,
A dark wind-cloud, a groan, Now bacward veering
lrom that deaf sky!
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Te tide ows in, the wind roars from the depths,
Te whirled-White sand heaps with the foam-white waves,
Tundering the sea rolls oer its shell-crunded wall!
Strong is thy rage, O People,
ln its fury
Hurling thy tyrants down!
Tow metest wage, O People.
Very swinly,
Now that thy hate is grown
Ty time at last is come,
Tou heapest anguish,
Where thou thyself wert bare!
No longer to thy dumb.
God clasped and kneeling.
ou answerest thine own prayer.
Sea Isle City, New Jersey, August 1889