The Deserted
BY MILDRED BOIE
WHAT soul is this that wailing beats the shore
With the wild sea onrushing cold before
And the forest dark behind, a briared door?
With the wild sea onrushing cold before
And the forest dark behind, a briared door?
Who hears the gusty thunder toss the trees?
Who feels the angry rivers split and seize
The earth, and bring the mountains to their knees?
Who feels the angry rivers split and seize
The earth, and bring the mountains to their knees?
Whose eyes propped open with two spears of light
Must watch all living things take screaming flight,
Hunting the wild seascape through storm and night?
Must watch all living things take screaming flight,
Hunting the wild seascape through storm and night?
Whose quartered heart now feels the storm eclipse
The sun, and blind with falling heaven, grips
Its fire, and tastes its death upon her lips?
The sun, and blind with falling heaven, grips
Its fire, and tastes its death upon her lips?
Only a woman lost in love and trapped
Between the brambled past and years still wrapped
In breakers unfamiliar and unmapped;
Between the brambled past and years still wrapped
In breakers unfamiliar and unmapped;
Who feels the thunder rocking in her heart,
And through the lightning sees her love depart,
And knows her long wild lonely search for death must start.
And through the lightning sees her love depart,
And knows her long wild lonely search for death must start.