So subtly each on each, that as one whole
They might stretch to their goal in God’s pure air.
A WORD TO THE CZAR
(Penned on “Vladimir’s Day” January 22, 1905.)
Thou great Usurper of the Liberty
Of hapless Men and Maids, this gory shame
Shall wrap thee in a livid Cloak of Flame
Ere days have swoll’n to years. We who are free,
Who owe no fouling bond of Tyranny,
We look at Thee, and execrate thy Name: