Part 4 (1/2)

How lorn they howled, with lifted head, To di a line of red, Caught in the closing gates of day 'Twixt sky and sea and far away,-- It was the saddest sound to hear That ever struck on human ear

They doleful called; and answered they The plaintive sea-cows far away,-- The great sea-cows that called fro ue, As if they called for captured young,--

The huge sea-cows that called the whiles Their great widemoss; And still they doleful called across From isles beyond the watery miles

No sound can half so doleful be As sea-cows calling from the sea

xxxV

The drowned sun sank and died He lay In seas of blood He sinking drew The gates of sunset sudden to, Where shattered day in fraght cah suold and aht spilled splendor where she came, And filled the yelloorld with fla the far sea-isles aglow; She fell along that amber flood A silver flaest moon, ah me!

That ever settled on God's sea

xxxVI

Slirass, From wood, from fen, from anywhere; You could not step, you would not pass, And you would hesitate to stir, Lest in some sudden, hurried tread Your foot struck some unbruised head:

They slid in streams into the strearaceful curved across, Like graceful, waving sea-green moss,-- There is no art ofsnake!

xxxVII

Abandoned, lorn, the lovers stood, Abandoned there, death in the air!

That beetling steep, that blazing wood,-- Red flame! and red flame everywhere!

Yet was he born to strive, to bear The front of battle He would die In noble effort, and defy The grizzled visage of despair

He threw his two strong arth; Then tore his vests Of flaarhed at death, at doubt, And like a God stood grand and bare

She did not hesitate; she knew The need of action; swift she threw Her burning vestments by, and bound Her wondrous wealth of hair that fell An all-concealing cloud around Her glorious presence, as he cah the fla hell!

He leaned above her, wound his arm About her splendor, while the noon Of flood-tide, h headland!-- They stood as twin-hewn statues stand, High lifted in some storied place

He clasped her close, he spoke of death,-- Of death and love in the same breath

He clasped her close; her bosom lay Like shi+p safe anchored in some bay

xxxVIII

The fla steep, the sea!

But at his feet a narroay, A short steep path, pitched suddenly Safe open to the river's beach, Where lay a small white isle in reach,-- A sht safely land

And there, through smoke and flame, behold The priest stood safe, yet all appalled!

He reached the cross; he cried, he called; He waved his high-held cross of gold

He called and called, he bade theh flames to him, nor bide and die!