210 JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY
" Bridle, for our proud-of-mane, — then the triple
yoke; Ox-goad and lash again, and bonded fellow-folk ! Not enough ; not enough ; — for his master-stroke. Thunder trapped and muttering and led away for
thrall ; Lightnings leashed together then, at his beck and
call; Not enough ; not enough ; — for his Wherewithal I
" He must look with evil eye On the spaces of the sky :
He must scheme, and try ! — While all we, with dread and awe, Sheathing and unsheathing claw,
Watch apart, and prophesy That we never saw. —
" Wings, to seek his more-and-more
Where we knew us blind ; Wings to make him conqueror.
With his master-mind ; Wings, that he out-watch, — out-soar.
Eagle and his kind !
" Lo, the dream fulfilled at last ! — And the dread
outgrown, Broken, as a bird's heart ; — fallen as a stone .... What was he, to make afraid ?
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