Menken, Adah Isaacs
|HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.|
Go down to the black brink of Death and let its cool
waters press up to thy weary feet.
See if its trembling waves will shatter the grand
repeating of thy earth-star.
See if the eyes that said to thee their speechless Love
so close will reach thee from this sorrowful continent of
Life.81See if the red hands that seemed thy shroud will come
around thy grave.
Then, O Soul! Thou mayst drag them to the very edges
of the Death-pit, and shake off their red shadows!
Thy strong vengeance may then bind the black-winged
crew down level with their beds of fire?