John Marr and Other Poems by Herman Melville
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Westward they rolled their empire far,
Of night their purple wove. Chemist, you breed In orient climes each sorcerous weed That energizes dream-- Transmitted, spread in myths and creeds, Houris and hells, delirious screeds And Calvin's last extreme. What though your light In time's first dawn compelled the flight Of Chaos' startled clan, Shall never all your darted spears Disperse worse Anarchs, frauds and fears, Sprung from these weeds to man? But Science yet An effluence ampler shall beget, And power beyond your play-- Shall quell the shades you fail to rout, Yea, searching every secret out Elucidate your ray. MONODY To have known him, to have loved him |
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