Archive for November 16th, 2017

Thursday, 16 November 2017

A Lament by George Edward Woodberry

Dizzily dropping, to the gulf I fall,
The bright bolt in my brain!
Vainly upon the heavenly gods I call,
Murmuring a mortal’s pain.

Deep under deep receives me, and no wing
Bears up the astonished soul:—
Only the fire-eyed stars have ceased to sing.
And the gray sea to roll.

From: Woodberry, George Edward, The Roamer and Other Poems, 1920, Harcourt, Brace and Howe: New York, p. 245.

Date: 1920

By: George Edward Woodberry (1855-1930)