The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-05-03

IWy-DhtDreQ Is no nature yet ne draws
Nearer and nearer, and scan him now
Beastlier than any phantom of his kind
That ever butted his rough brother brute
For lust or lusty blood or proyender:
hate, sbhor. spit. sicken at him; and she
Loathes him as well such precpitste heel,
Pledged as it were with Mercurys ankle wing,
Whlrls her TO me: but will she fling herself
Shameless upon me? Catch her, goatfoot; nay,
Hide, hide them, nillion-myrtled Wilderness,
And cavern sbadOwing lanrels, hide do wish
What that the bush were lesfess or to whelm
All Of them in one massacrei o, ye eods,
know you careless, yet careless, to you
From chilly want and ancient use call
thought lived securely as yourselves
No lewdness, narrowing envy monkey spite,
No madness Of ambition, avarice, none:
No larger feast than under plane or pine
With neighbors laid along the grass, to take
Only such cups as left us friendly warm,
Affirming each his own philosophy
Nothing TO mar the sober msjesues
OF settled, sweet, EpicDresn life
But now il seems some unseen monster lays
His vast and filthy hands upon my VIII
Wrenching it backward into his +; and spoils
MY bliss in being; and it was not great;
For save when shutting reasons up In rhythm,
Or Heiconian honey in living words,
To make truth less harsh, often grew
Tired Of so much within our little life,
Or OF so little in our little life
Poor little life that toddes half an hour
Crowned with flower or two, and there an end
And since the nobler pleasure seems to fade,
L., ~
Not maulike end myself-our privilege
What beast has heart to do il? And what man,
What Roman would be dragged in triumph thus!
Not /, not be, who bears one name with her,
Whose deathblows struck the dateless doom OF
kings,
When brooking not the Tarquin in her veins
She made her blood in sight of COllatine
And all bis peers, flushing the guiltless air,
Spout from the maiden fountain in her heart,
And from 1t sprang the Commonwealth, which
As am breaking now
And therefore now
Let her, that is the womb and tomb Of all.
Great Nature, take, and forcing far apart
Those blind beginnings that have made me man,
Dash them anew together at her will,
Through all her cycles-into man once more,
Or beast or bird or fish, or opulent flower
But still this cosmic order everywhere
Shattered into one earthquake in one day
Cracks all TO pieces-and that hour perhaps
Is not 30 far when momentary man
Shall seem no more a something to himself,
But be- his hopes and hates, his homes and fanes,
And even his bones long laid within the grave,
The very sides Of the grave itself shall pass,
Vanishing, atom and void, atom and void,
Into the unseen fOrever-tl that hour,
Ny golden work in which told truth
That stays the rolling lxionsn wheel
And numbs the Fury's ringletsnake and plucks
The mortal soul from out immortal hell.
Shall stand: ay, surely: then it fails at last
And perishes as | must; for o, Thou,
Passonless bride, divine Tranquility,
YearDed after by the wisest Of the wise,
Who fail TO find thee, being as thou art,
Without one pleasure and without one pain,
Howbeit know thou surely must be mine
Or soon or late, yet out Of season, thus
WOO thee roughly, for thou carest not
How roughly men may WOO thee 30 they win
Thus-tbus the soul flies out and dies in the
air.
With that he drove the knife into his side:
She heard him raging, heard him fall ran in,
Beat breast, tore hair, cried out upon herself
AS having failed in duty to him, shrieked
| That she but meant to win him back fell on him,
| Clasped, kissed him, walled: he answered: Care
not thou!
| What matters? All is over Fare thee WE'LL"