XI.

"Beneath my hand the sacred springs

Of Man's mysterious being burst,

And Death within my shadow brings

The last of life, to greet the first.

There is no god, or grand or fair,

On Orcan or Olympian field,

But must to me his treasures bear,

His one peculiar secret yield.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 92, June, 1865 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics · 第 19 / 65 题