The Future Poetry

382 The Future Poetry

Soul’s Scene^12

The clouds lain on forlorn spaces of sky, weary and lolling,

Watch grey waves of a lost sea wander sad, reckless and rolling,

A bare anguish of bleak beaches made mournful with the

breath of the Northwind

And a huddle of melancholy hills in the distance.

The blank hour in some vast mood of a Soul lonely in Nature

On earth’s face puts a mask pregnantly carved, cut to

misfeature,

And man’s heart and his stilled mind react hushed in a

spiritual passion

Imitating the contours of her desolate waiting.

Impassible she waits long for the sun’s gold and the azure,

The sea’s song with its slow happy refrain’s plashes of

pleasure, —

As man’s soul in its depths waits the outbreaking of the

light and the godhead

And the bliss that God felt when he created his image.

(^12) Lines 1, 2, three antispasts (or in the first foot a second paeon), amphibrach,

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Line 3, two antispasts, ionic a majore, second paeon, trochee,

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Line 4, three paeons, trochee, but the middle paeon can be replaced by an antispast
or an ionic a majore; a double iamb once replaces the third paeon.