“Woman, where is my
father?”—freezing through me,
Lisp’d the
mute Innocence with thunder-sound;
“Woman, where is thy
husband?”—called unto me,
In every look,
word, whisper, busying round!
For thee, poor child, there
is no father’s kiss.
He fondleth other
children on his knee.
How thou wilt curse our momentary
bliss,
When Bastard on
thy name shall branded be!
10.
Thy mother—oh,
a hell her heart concealeth,
Lone-sitting,
lone in social Nature’s All!
Thirsting for that glad fount
thy love revealeth,
While still thy
look the glad fount turns to gall.
In every infant cry my soul
is heark’ning,
The haunting happiness
for ever o’er,
And all the bitterness of
death is dark’ning
The heavenly looks
that smiled mine eyes before.
11.
Hell, if my sight those looks
a moment misses—
Hell, when my
sight upon those looks is turn’d—
The avenging furies madden
in thy kisses,
That slept in
his what time my lips they burn’d.
Out from their graves his
oaths spoke back in thunder!
The perjury stalk’d
like murder in the sun—
For ever—God!—sense,
reason, soul, sunk under—
The deed was done!
12.
Francis, O Francis! league
on league, shall chase thee
The shadows hurrying
grimly on thy flight—
Still with their icy arms
they shall embrace thee,
And mutter thunder
in thy dream’s delight!
Down from the soft stars,
in their tranquil glory,
Shall look thy
dead child with a ghastly stare;
That shape shall haunt thee
in its cerements gory,
And scourge thee
back from heaven—its home is there!
13.
Lifeless—how lifeless!—see,
oh see, before me
It lies cold—stiff!—O
God!—and with that blood
I feel, as swoops the dizzy
darkness o’er me,
Mine own life
mingled—ebbing in the flood—
Hark, at the door they knock—more
loud within me—
More awful still—its
sound the dread heart gave!
Gladly I welcome the cold
arms that win me—
Fire, quench thy
tortures in the icy grave!
14.
Francis—a God that
pardons dwells in heaven—
Francis, the sinner—yes—she
pardons thee—
So let my wrongs unto the
earth be given:
Flame seize the
wood!—it burns—it kindles—see!
There—there his
letters cast—behold are ashes—
His vows—the
conquering fire consumes them here:
His kisses—see—see
all—all are only ashes—
All, all—the
all that once on earth were dear!
15.