| Behold the man - Behold his brow of care, He sought to stay the living and the dead That pass'd like shadows o'er an osier bed On which form her high cloud-embosomed lair The sick moon peers - He plucked them by the hair And bade them stay. They smiled and passing led Their ancient way - the living and the dead - As o'er the sea from love-sick Dido's stair Passed long ago the wanderer's white sailed ships Enamoured of the waves' impetuous lips. He sighing rose and took his way at length In rage inhuman - He who sought for more Than all the nations with their famous lore Of love - alone a sad forsaken strength. WBY March 8th 1884 |
| Behold the Man |