Come Love or Death

O lifted face of mute appeal!   Poor tongueless pantomime of prayer! O sullen sea, whose deeps conceal   The children of despair! O heart that will not look above!   Poor staggering feet that seek the wave! I would come quick, if I were Love,   And I had power to save. O sinking sunset loneliness   Aflame in hot, unmoving eyes! Poor wan lips, creeping in distress   To cover up your cries! O broken speech, and sobbing breath!   Poor restless and uncertain will! I would come quick, if I were Death,   And I had power to kill!