• The gray waves rock against the gray skyline,
      And break complaining on the long gray sand,
      Here where I sit, who cannot understand
    Their voice of pain, nor this dumb pain of mine;

    For I, who thought to fare till my days end,
      Armed sorrow-proof in sorrow, having known
      How hearts bleed slow when brave lips make no moan,
    How Life...

  •             Eighteen hundred years agone

            Was that deed of darkness done --

            Was that sacred, thorn-crowned head

            To a shameful death betrayed,

            And Iscariot's traitor name

            Blazoned in eternal shame.

            Thou, disciple of our time,

            Follower of...