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 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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THE EAST WIND
It came!
Breaking across the giant gates of gold
It cleaved the veils of morning fold on fold,
A fluent sword aslant the early flame.
Breaking across the giant gates of gold
It cleaved the veils of morning fold on fold,
A fluent sword aslant the early flame.
The sea
Shivered, as waking from impassioned sleep
A naked girl might feel her senses creep
Beneath the winter of reality.
Shivered, as waking from impassioned sleep
A naked girl might feel her senses creep
Beneath the winter of reality.
The dawn
Fell haggard and dishevelled from the skies,
The shoreless ocean filled with whispered cries
And through the smothered twilight reared its spawn.
Fell haggard and dishevelled from the skies,
The shoreless ocean filled with whispered cries
And through the smothered twilight reared its spawn.
And now
A splash of chilly wind forsook the air
And caught the ocean by its tangled hair,
Bent it, and bit the stigma in its brow.
A splash of chilly wind forsook the air
And caught the ocean by its tangled hair,
Bent it, and bit the stigma in its brow.
Alone
The wind of ruin walked from sky to sky—
As when Sertorius put forth to die,
It swayed the void beyond the gates of stone.
The wind of ruin walked from sky to sky—
As when Sertorius put forth to die,
It swayed the void beyond the gates of stone.
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And then
It grew almighty and the ocean roared;
The living slime wherewith the world is floored
Hearkened, as in their ships despairing men.
It grew almighty and the ocean roared;
The living slime wherewith the world is floored
Hearkened, as in their ships despairing men.
To me
The whisper came, the voice and then the call
Of wanton power, and then, o'erwhelming all,
The passion of mine own infinity.
The whisper came, the voice and then the call
Of wanton power, and then, o'erwhelming all,
The passion of mine own infinity.
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