POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
ADIEU
Adieu! adieu!
Bright eye of blue,
With ebbless oceans in thy hue;
Unloved, unblest,
I can not rest,
While thou art waving to the West.
His prayer surceased,
The Golden Priest
Hath chanted Masses in the East,
And goon will skim
The river’s rim,
To sing his dying vesper hymn.
I think—I think
If I could sink
Beyond this juggling orbit’s brink,
That I might drown
The Demon’s frown,
Where suns and satellites go down.
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