. . Yea, grieves my heart, as then I said,
To see their evil way!'
--"The utterance grew, and flapped like flame,
And further speech I feared;
But no Celestial tongued acclaim,
And no huzzas from earthlings came,
And the heavens mutely masked as 'twere in shame
Till daylight disappeared."
Thus ended he as night rode high -
The man of shining face and eye,
Like Moses' after Sinai.
1916.
"I LOOKED UP FROM MY WRITING"
I looked up from my writing,
And gave a start to see,
As if rapt in my inditing,
The moon's full gaze on me.
Her meditative misty head
Was spectral in its air,
And I involuntarily said,
"What are you doing there?"
"Oh, I've been scanning pond and hole
And waterway hereabout
For the body of one with a sunken soul
Who has put his life-light out.
"Did you hear his frenzied tattle?
It was sorrow for his son
Who is slain in brutish battle,
Though he has injured none.
"And now I am curious to look
Into the blinkered mind
Of one who wants to write a book
In a world of such a kind."
Her temper overwrought me,
And I edged to shun her view,
For I felt assured she thought me
One who should drown him too.
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