V
But let that pass. I hear a nation’s voice
Raised to defend the absent, wronged child;
My hopes and aims were high, albeit my choice
Was fixed on one who felt not for my wild
And wayward nature; one who never smiled
On imperfection. From my home of light
Unscathed, I see life’s blackening billows piled,
Ready to sweep the daring soul from sight,
Sinking his name and memory in darkest night.