 | A Lost Epic and Other Poems |  |
Day by day for many years
That hoary Sorrow, gazing through his tears,
Watched the long toil, nor spoke to any one.
But when at last th' enormous work was done,
And all the Ark was wrought, on that same day
They saw the man's vast stature rock and sway,
Then fall his length. Without a cry or groan
He fell. He fell, as falleth some high stone
Pillared for worship as a god, and hurled
Headlong by God.
That hoary Sorrow, gazing through his tears,
Watched the long toil, nor spoke to any one.
But when at last th' enormous work was done,
And all the Ark was wrought, on that same day
They saw the man's vast stature rock and sway,
Then fall his length. Without a cry or groan
He fell. He fell, as falleth some high stone
Pillared for worship as a god, and hurled
Headlong by God.
God took him from a world
All evil ere the doom of evil burst.
One grief was spared him—he who had seen the first
Saw not the last o' the race no prayer could save.
All evil ere the doom of evil burst.
One grief was spared him—he who had seen the first
Saw not the last o' the race no prayer could save.
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