After the blast of lightning from the east, The
flourish of loud clouds the Chariot throne,
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased.
And from the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All
death will he annul, all tears assuage? Or fill
these void veins full again with youth. And wash
with an immortal water age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so, --"My
head hangs weighed with snow." And when I
hearken to the Earth she saith My fiery heart
sinks aching. It is death. Mine ancient scars
shall not be glorified Nor my titanic tears the
seas be dried." |
