Abovethemvisiblyinthewindweremoving.
Thewretchedwomaninthemidstofthese
Seemedtobesaying: "Givemevengeance, Lord,
Formydeadson, forwhommyheartisbreaking."
Andhetoanswerher: "Nowwaituntil
Ishallreturn." Andshe: "MyLord," likeone
Inwhomgriefisimpatient, "shouldstthounot
Return?"
Andhe: "WhoshallbewhereIam
Willgiveitthee."
Andshe: "Gooddeedofothers
Whatbootsitthee, ifthouneglectthineown?"
Whencehe: "Nowcomfortthee, foritbehovesme
ThatIdischargemydutyereImove;
Justicesowills, andpitydothretainme."
Hewhoonnonewthinghaseverlooked
Wasthecreatorofthisvisiblelanguage,
BasreliefofEmperorTrajanandpoorwidow
Noveltous, forhereitisnotfound.
WhileIdelightedmeincontemplating
Theimagesofsuchhumility,
AnddeartolookonfortheirMaker'ssake,
"Behold, uponthisside, butraretheymake
Theirsteps," thePoetmurmured, "manypeople;
Thesewilldirectustotheloftystairs."
Mineeyes, thatinbeholdingwereintent
Toseenewthings, ofwhichtheycuriousare,
Inturningroundtowardshimwerenotslow.
ButstillIwishnot, Reader, thoushouldstswerve
Fromthygoodpurposes, becausethouhearest
HowGodordaineththatthedebtbepaid;
Attendnottothefashionofthetorment,
Thinkofwhatfollows; thinkthatattheworst
Itcannotreachbeyondthemightysentence.
"Master," beganI, "thatwhichIbehold
Movingtowardsusseemstomenotpersons,
AndwhatIknownot, soinsightIwaver."
Andhetome: "Thegrievousquality
Ofthistheirtormentbowsthemsotoearth,
Thatmyowneyesatfirstcontendedwithit;
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