Menken, Adah Isaacs
|HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.|
Blind, blind with tears!
Not for thee shall Love climb the Heaven of thy
columned Hopes to Eternity!
Under the silver shadow of the cloud waits no blushing
star thy tryst.
Didst thou not see the pale, widowed West loose her
warm arms and slide the cold burial earth down upon the
bare face of thy sun!
Gazing upon a shoal of ashes, thou hast lost the way
that struck upon the heavy, obstructive valves of the
grave to thy Heaven.
Mateless thou needs must vaguely feel along the dark,
cold steeps of Night.
Hath not suffering made thee wise?
When, oh when?