Poems : Medley and Palestina / by J.W. DeForest [electronic text]
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Poems : Medley and Palestina / by J.W. DeForest [electronic text]
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De Forest, John William, 1826-1906
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New Haven, Conn.: The Tuttle, Morehouse & Taylor Company
1902
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HAIL, AUGUSTA!
Undeserving to woo her, to win her,I creep far below her and gazeAs up-gazes a vision-rapt sinnerTo seraphim shining through haze.Shall I grovel unworthy forever?Ah no! I will fight for my heart.Let me grapple some dizzy endeavorAnd mount where she glitters apart.
Shall I seek the sun-fleeces of JasonAnd scatter their gold at her feet?To Atlantis, to Indica hastenAnd carve the unknown for her seat?Shall I foam to the Fortunate Islands,Or claim Eden's blooms for us two?O illusions of earthlands and skylands,Inspire me to will and to do!
What Titans survive, what undyingMedusas, to challenge to fame?What habergeoned destinies cryingHortations to battle and flame?What achievement, what knighthood remainethTo one who is panting for worth?Love repineth and wildly complainethThat perils have vanished from earth.
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I would drape her in purple befitting,Enthrone her and give her a crown,In the world-coliseum high-sitting,To regally smile and look down;Her illumining arms marble-folded,A thousand keen stars in her eyes,And the face that a demigod mouldedUplifted for human surprise;
Around her the terror and glory,The laurels and blood of the scene;Eager visages, story on story,All turning to her as their queen;While, allotted to perish before her,Unchanging in color and breath,I clamor, "All hail! Thy adorerSalutes thee, and hastens to death."
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