Charles Warren Stoddard (Чарльз Уоррен Стоддард)

Albatross

TIME cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale
Batter the network of thy feathered mail,
    Lone sentry of the deep!
Among the crashing caverns of the storm,
With wing unfettered, lo! thy frigid form        
    Is whirled in dreamless sleep!

Where shall thy wing find rest for all its might?
Where shall thy lidless eye, that scours the night,
    Grow blank in utter death?
When shall thy thousand years have stripped thee bare,        
Invulnerable spirit of the air,
    And sealed thy giant-breath?

Not till thy bosom hugs the icy wave,—
Not till thy palsied limbs sink in that grave,
    Caught by the shrieking blast,        
And hurled upon the sea with broad wings locked,
On an eternity of waters rocked,
    Defiant to the last!

1. Maiden Love
2. Bells of San Gabriel
3. The Royal Mummy to Bohemia
4. Exile
5. Invocation

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