Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. AdversityPerished
Mary Louise RitterCatskill Mountain House
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From mountain top to base, a whispering sea
Of affluent leaves through which the viewless breeze
Murmurs mysteriously.
A giant oak, so desolately grand,
Stretches its gray imploring arms to heaven
In agonized demand.
Or bearing in its heart a slow decay,
What matter, since inexorable fate
Is pitiless to slay.
Doth not thy life’s lost hope lift up its head,
And, dwarfing present joys, proclaim aloud,—
“Look on me, I am dead!”