Vast promise is the sea, and vast...

Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . Its pain. Its secret is held fast,— Now hope's wide open eye and sunny, And now a weeping and wailing past.

(I have a grievance unredrest That stings my heart and rends my breast,— Perhaps it gathers in its bosom The sorrows wild of the world's opprest?)

Deformity or pain unstrings The music of the soul of things,— Ah, suns burn bright in eyes of panther, And lightnings leap in the eagle's wings!