Classic Poem

12.

When ceas'd that voice " whose speech was song. "
Still Konig fondly listen'd long.
" Thou art not here? " at length, he cried,
" Thou trouble-tried, and purified!
Thy voice I heard, but where art thou?
Oh, let me see thee! see thee now!
Yet, ere this fever'd dream is o'er,
Let me embrace thee! — once, once more! "
Then, said the voice " whose speech was song, "
" If thou would'st see me yet again
Where human weakness dwells with pain,
Go, follow him, whose eyes of hate
Have watch'd thee early, watch'd thee late,
And been thy watchers long.
He comes, in frenzied passion strong:
I see his dreadful scowl:
If ought on earth is sad or foul,
Behold it — in a ruin'd soul!
Look on the havock thou hast made!
On Adwick look! destroy'd, betray'd!
Thou did'st not smite him with thy hand;
The smitten might such blow withstand:
Behold him — Lost! in spirit blind!
Thy guilty heart hath slain his mind. "