Songs of the Mexican Seas — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Songs of the Mexican Seas
John Stuart Mill · en
He sank upon the nameless stone
With oh such sad, such piteous moan
As never man might seek to know
From man's most unforgiving foe.
He sighed at last, so long, so deep,
As one heart breaking in one's sleep,--
One long, last, weary, willing sigh,
As if it were a grace to die.
And then his hands, like loosened bands,
Hung down, hung down on either side;
His hands hung down and opened wide:
He rested in the orange lands.
University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE.
The following emendations have been made to the text:
"You will not touch it? In God's name
for
'You will not touch it? In God's name
"That night of rainbow-shot and shell
for
That night of rainbow-shot and shell
"That night amid the maimed and dead,--
for
That night amid the maimed and dead,--
End of Project Gutenberg's Songs of the Mexican Seas, by Joaquin Miller