e down; and like a ghost
Rose the sad moon; the waves 'gan moan:
There on the deep no kindly coast,--
The dark alone.

And in two faces stared, and stared
The being without blood or breath,
The stilly spectre, horror-haired,
That haunteth all he murdereth;
At noon, at midnight stared, and stared
When sunrise flashed, when sunset flared,
The grizzly phantom horror-haired:--

Stalking frail beauty to her grave
I saw him moving evermore
A stealthy wanderer on the wave,
A shrouded shadow on the shore,
The worm his bondsman, and the brave
His victims evermore ...

The Power that drives all mortal things,
Upbuoys all being's wanderings,
Moved in the void his urgent wings ...

On down the weltering world we sped;
Across the lonely, drifting noon;
Along the wreathed tides we fled
Beneath the memoried moon.
Sad love pursued where sorrow led;
And beauty, waiting to be dead,
Kissed under the dead moon.

Love, speechless, yearned in hopeless eyes;
And hearts that hungered craved in vain.
Dumb pity heard sad pity's sighs;
And grief soothed grief again.
Fond smile to smile sent faint replies,
And faded back to pain.

Entangled in the toils of fate,
Two stood at Eden's open gate--
Banned, in a world found desolate ...
And love made league with hate ...
All time's long woe since man's wet eyes
Peered toward a promised paradise
Pressed home,--the weight of smothered cries,
Dead dreams, and hopeless pain
Of souls in silence slain.

We saw the loathsome waste of death;
Sad soul at war with sense;
And suffering doomed to lingering breath;
And slandered innocence;
And beauty ravished at the bloom;
Saw strength flung prostrate; fall
The brave, life-worsted from the womb;
White truth made criminal:
Impotent, passionate, counting all,
We kissed----across a tomb ...

The lustrous clouds trailed proudly by:
And through a rift of dazzling sky
I cursed God with a dreary cry ...

The silence of the starry night;
The silver of the moonlit sea;
And loud in secret, stern, and trite,
The pulse of destiny.
Ah sadness scourged with doomed delight!
Ah wondrous misery!

Pale topsails in the offing shone,
And faded into foam:
And d