The Broken Wing/The Challenge

​The Challenge

Thou who dost quell in thy victorious tideDeath's ravaged secret and life's ruined pride,Shall thy great deeps prevail, O conquering Sea,O'er Love's relentless tides of memory?
Sweet Earth, though in thy lustrous bowl doth shineThe limpid flame of hope's perennial wine,Thou art too narrow and too frail to bearThe harsh, wild vintage of my heart's despair.
O valiant skies, so eager to upholdHigh laughing burdens of sidereal gold,Swift would your brave brows perish to sustainThe radiant silence of my sleepless pain.
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