Angels and Women (1924)

Angels and Women (1924) Angels and Women (1924)

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GREATER CHANGE 173---again it swells upon the breeze. Is it risingwind, moaning among the palms? No!No! Voices celestial float earthward fromthe vanishing cloud--words are formed; theyweave a requiem--the warp is music, thewoof a sigh.SONGOF THE ANGELSMourn--for the Star of DayDieth at dawn;Weep--for the Moon’s soft rayPaleth ere morn.No rosy blush may rise,No perfume-breathed sighs;The burning kiss,The dream of blissTo anguish turn.Behold--the mists of deathNow darken heaven;Listen--the roarng wavesAre ! madly drivenAnd shrieks of wild despairConvulse the shivering air;Life’s flame expires;The natal firesNo ! longer burn

174 ANGELS AND WOMENThe giant sons must die;The Lords of LightIn caverns dark must lie,In rayless night.E’en Mercy sighs, "Too late!"’Neath prison bars they wait,In blind dismay,The dreadful dayThat ! seals their fateLike the last quiver of a bell the sounddies in the distance. But who is he that remainsenwrapped in mournful thought?His face is stern and sad, his hand rests uponthe hilt of a sword, his black garments rustlein the night-breeze like withered leaves, andhis voice, blending with the melancholysound, -- whispers"O hand, be firm; heart, be unrelenting; yedo but execute the decrees of the MostHigh."Who is he that joins not his peers in theirflight from the doomed earth? It is Azelles,Angel ! of DeathI close my heavy eyes, and press my throb-

174 ANGELS AND WOMENThe giant sons must die;The Lords of LightIn caverns dark must lie,In rayless night.E’en Mercy sighs, "Too late!"’Neath prison bars they wait,In blind dismay,The dreadful dayThat ! seals their fateLike the last quiver of a bell the sounddies in the distance. But who is he that remainsenwrapped in mournful thought?His face is stern <strong>and</strong> sad, his h<strong>and</strong> rests uponthe hilt of a sword, his black garments rustlein the night-breeze like withered leaves, <strong>and</strong>his voice, blending with the melancholysound, -- whispers"O h<strong>and</strong>, be firm; heart, be unrelenting; yedo but execute the decrees of the MostHigh."Who is he that joins not his peers in theirflight from the doomed earth? It is Azelles,Angel ! of DeathI close my heavy eyes, <strong>and</strong> press my throb-

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