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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wait The universe was stirred as by an unseen Force, Planets upon their orbits slackened speed, and even hurrying comets on their course Paused, peering through the vastnesses of space, And listened curiously. The imperturbable, calm face Of Father Time displayed an eager flush-- A light reflected from a distant dawn. Upon the world there came a sudden hush; All nature stood in silence. Winds and seas And ancient forests of long-whispering trees Were stilled. And then there broke Upon the astonished air, the terrible, deep beauty of His voice-- The voice of God, who spoke And called to judgment--Germany! 'Thou spirit of a wonderful great land' (Thus spake the Voice), 'Dowered by Me with genius and with might, Thou, who wert meant to bring the world more light, And make the races of the earth rejoice With thy colossal part of beauty and of art, What hast thou done, O thou ungrateful one, With all the benefits bestowed on thee? Hast thou not sought with secret plan and plot For half a hundred years to rule the world And gain dominion over land and sea, Though in the dust My holy laws were hurled? Hast thou not profanated My own Name, Saying that I was with thee--I, the God Of all the universe--while verdant sod Turned crimson with the blood thy minions spilled-- The blood of women and of children killed In devil-schemes of frightfulness? Has not The splendid vigour of Teutonic thought Been wrenched from its high altitude, and brought Down to Satanic levels? Mind and soul, Which might have made thee comrade of My sons (The great archangels of the worlds of Space), Hast thou not turned from their immortal goal To fashion blatant guns? Still worse! Hast thou not brought upon the world the curse Of hatred, and compelled aspiring lands To dip in human blood unwilling hands To save their women's virtue--forced their fall Down to thy level, in the bitter fight For decency and right? Yea: all Of these black crimes are marked against thy score-- And more--still more! 'Until this cycle of the world's life ends Thou shalt walk through earth's pathways without friends, Bearing thy self-made burden of men's hate, Uncrowned, dishonoured, while about thee rise Stupendous structures reaching to the skies-- The New Republic's Allied Brotherhood, Whose highways lead to Universal Good. Thou shalt pass humbly down them to the gate Of Time's next cycle.' 'Then what after?' 'Wait! Justice will claim reprisals soon or late.' Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1329 |
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