East of Eden

Feeble and hoary with the toil of years —

An aged palsy — now, alas, no more

That erst colossal adamant whereon

Thine hand engraved its vengeance. Be
Thou just,

And answer when I charge Thee. Have I
blenched

Before Thy fury ; have I bade Thee spare ;

Hath Thy long torture wrung one sob of
pain,

One cry of supplication from my mouth?

But Thou hast made Thyself unseen; hast
lain

In ambush to afflict me. Day and night

Thou hast been watchful. Thy vindictive

eyes

Have known no’ slumber. Make Thyself a
man

That I may seize Thee in my grips, and
strive

But once on equal terms with Thee — but
once.

Or send Thine angel with his sword of
fire —

But no; not him! Come Thou, come Thou
Thyself ;

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