Menken, Adah Isaacs
|INTO THE DEPTHS.|
Deep into the depths!
Struggling all the day-time--weeping all the night-time!
Writing away all vitality.
Talking to people, nations, tongues, and Kings that heed
Cast out of my own kingdom on to the barren battleplain
of bloodless life.
A thousand foes advancing?
A thousand weapons glancing!
And I in the sternest scene of strife.
Panting wildy in the race.
Malice and Envy on the track.
Fleet of foot, they thank me with their daggers at my
breast.54All heedless of my tears and prayers, they tear the
white flowers from my brow, and the olive leaves from my
breast, and soil with their blood-marked hands the broidered
robes of purple beauty.
Life's gems are torn from me, and in scattered fragments
around me lie.