 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
Yet men repented not of foregone crime,
Denied them not their wonted festivals,
Their pomp of garniture and banquet mirth.
Tornado, pestilence, earthquake and war
Awe not the criminal inured to guilt;
So the barbed poison arrow flies his heart,
His pageants and night orgies brighter glow—
Though death sighs float along the winecups, brimmed
With nectar, mocking all calamities.
Denied them not their wonted festivals,
Their pomp of garniture and banquet mirth.
Tornado, pestilence, earthquake and war
Awe not the criminal inured to guilt;
So the barbed poison arrow flies his heart,
His pageants and night orgies brighter glow—
Though death sighs float along the winecups, brimmed
With nectar, mocking all calamities.
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |