Menken, Adah Isaacs
|HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.|
Take up the ruined cup of Life that struck like a
planet through the dark, and shone clear and full as we
starved for the feast within.
Go down to the black offings of the Noiseless Sea, and
wait, poor Soul!
Measure down the depth of thy bitterness and wait!
Bandage down with the grave-clothes the pulses of thy
dying life and wait!
Wail up thy wild, desolate echoes to the pitying arms
of God and wait!