Angels and Women (1924)

174 ANGELS AND WOMEN
The giant sons must die;
The Lords of Light
In caverns dark must lie,
In rayless night.
E’en Mercy sighs, "Too late!"
’Neath prison bars they wait,
In blind dismay,
The dreadful day
That ! seals their fate
Like the last quiver of a bell the sound
dies in the distance. But who is he that remains
enwrapped in mournful thought?
His face is stern and sad, his hand rests upon
the hilt of a sword, his black garments rustle
in the night-breeze like withered leaves, and
his voice, blending with the melancholy
sound, -- whispers
"O hand, be firm; heart, be unrelenting; ye
do but execute the decrees of the Most
High."
Who is he that joins not his peers in their
flight from the doomed earth? It is Azelles,
Angel ! of Death
I close my heavy eyes, and press my throb-