None of the prophets old,
So lofty or so bold!
No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast;
In loneliness sublime
He dares confront the time,
And speak the truth, and give the world no rest
No kingly threat can cowardize his breath,
He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.
Abraham Coles
And wilt thou have
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? – I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself–me–that … Read more