Menken, Adah Isaacs
|HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.|
The stars that are trembling forth their silent messages
to the hills have none for thee!
The mother-moon that so lovingly reacheth down her
arms of light heedeth not thy Love!
See, the pale pinions that thou hast pleaded for gather
themselves up into rings and then slant out to the dust!
The passion-flowers lift up their loving faces and open79their velvet lips to the baptism of Love, but heed not thy
Shut out all this brightness that hath God's Beauty and
liveth back the silence of His Rest.
Cease knocking at the starry gate of the wondrous
realm of Song.
Hush away this pleading and this praying.
Go back to thy wail of fetter and chain!
Go back to thy night of loving in vain!