A TRAGEDY IN WESTERN WOODS.
133
We cry for help. God has the heavens to hold.
Can He let fall the stars, to take us up
And comfort us? He lets our lips grow cold—
And that is much—after we drink the cup.
Can He let fall the stars, to take us up
And comfort us? He lets our lips grow cold—
And that is much—after we drink the cup.
And she who saw men lead away that youth
(The childish gold scarce blown from off his hair,
More evil for his beauty's sake) in truth
Saw no more sorrow, surely, anywhere!
(The childish gold scarce blown from off his hair,
More evil for his beauty's sake) in truth
Saw no more sorrow, surely, anywhere!
If light come ever to the void in eyes
That, having seen such woe, shut, and are sealed,
It is the utter light of Paradise,
Whereby no thing not fair shall be revealed.
That, having seen such woe, shut, and are sealed,
It is the utter light of Paradise,
Whereby no thing not fair shall be revealed.
