Thundering foam and crested wave, While your darlings lay asleep. How she cleft the midnight air; And the idiot surge beneath Whirled her sea-ward to her death, Angry that she was so fair. Tossed her, beat her, till no more Rage could do, through all the night; Flung her down upon the shore. Mother! when brief years ago Man! who made her what she is; What, if when you falsely swore You had seen her lie like this. And, O Infinite Cause! didst Thou, When Thou mad'st this hapless child, Dowered with passions, fierce and wild, See her lie as she lies now? Filled with wild revolt and rage, All I feel I may not speak ; Fate so strong, and we so weak, Like rats in a cage,—like rats in a cage. THE WANDERING SOUL. I REARED my virgin Soul on dainty food, The long procession of the fabulous Past, The fierce rude chiefs who smote, and burned, and slew, Who piled to heaven the eternal monuments, The fairy commonwealths, where Freedom first Than men have feigned or sung; The strong bold sway that held mankind in thrall, Soldier and jurist marching side by side, Till came the sure slow blight, when all the world Grew sick, and swooned, and died; Again the long dark night, when Learning dozed Till rose a second dawn of light again, Behind the foss, and Pope and Kaiser came, Wondered and turned away; And then the broadening stream, till the sleek priest And Rome fell once again, and the brave North All these passed by for me, till the vast tide Then doubt o'erspread me, and a cold disgust, For something said, The Past is dead and gone, Let the dead bury their dead, why strive with Fate? Why seek to feed the children on the husks Their rude forefathers ate ? For even were the Past reflected back As in a mirror, in the historic page, For us its face is strange, seeing that the race And if, hearing the tale we told ourselves, * * * * Then turned I to the broad domain of Art, Fair forms I found, and rounded limbs divine, But only half the truth. |