Child of Adam
I WAS the rock
Warm or cold as sun came or went,
I was the oak
And boughs grew out of me,
I was the lake, reflecting early light,
Ages ago. The event came between,—
Dark, estranging, mighty, ineffable,—
Between me and my brothers so innocent and sure.
No sign of it dwells in the caverns of ocean,
No mark of it on hills unscalably divine.
What was it that could isolate a race,
That, all the source grown mythic, yet can drive
Me through rejoicing May, a bowed and contrite man?
Warm or cold as sun came or went,
I was the oak
And boughs grew out of me,
I was the lake, reflecting early light,
Ages ago. The event came between,—
Dark, estranging, mighty, ineffable,—
Between me and my brothers so innocent and sure.
No sign of it dwells in the caverns of ocean,
No mark of it on hills unscalably divine.
What was it that could isolate a race,
That, all the source grown mythic, yet can drive
Me through rejoicing May, a bowed and contrite man?
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