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comes summer when winter is nigh!) Spent am I now and pain-voices rave to me. (O sea and its cry!) O the sea that has suffered all sorrow! (Sea of the Delphian tongue ever shrill!) Nought from the wreck of love can now save to me Any thrill! Life that we live passes pale or amorous. (Tread, O vintagers, grapes in the press!) Mine's but a prey to Erinnyes clamorous. (O for wine that will bless!) Wine that foams, but is free of all madness (Free, O Cypris, of fury's breath!) Free as I now shall be, O glamorous Queen of Death! THE WIND'S WORD A star that I love, The sea, and I, Spake together across the night. "Have peace," said the star, "Have power," said the sea; "Yea!" I answered, "and Fame's delight!" The wind on his way To Araby Paused and listened and sighed and said, "I passed on the sands A Pharaoh's tomb: All these did he have--and he is dead." SUBMARINE MOUNTAINS Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise To watery altitudes as vast as those Of far Himalayan peaks impent in snows And veils of cloud and sacred deep repose. Under the sea, their flowing firmament, More dark than any ray of sun can pierce, The earthquake thrust them up with mighty tierce And left them to be seen but by the eyes Of awed imagination inward bent. Their vegetation is the viscid ooze, Whose mysteries are past belief or thought. Creation seems around them devil-wrought, Or by some cosmic urgence gone distraught. Adown their precipices chill and dense With the dank midnight creep or crawl or climb Such tentacled and eyeless things of slime, Such monster shapes as tempt us to accuse Life of a miscreative impotence. About their peaks the shark, their eagle, floats, In the thick azure far beneath the air, Or downward sweeps upon what prey may dare Set forth from any silent weedy lair. But one desire on all their slopes is found, Desire of food, the awful hunger strife, Yet here, it may be, was begun our life Here all the dreams on which our vision dotes In unevolved obscurity were bound. Too strange it is, too terrible! And yet It matters not how we were wrought or whence Life came to us with all its
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