In holy thunderings around
The awful message of the ground.
The thought is Emersonian, but with Emerson lyricism was a doubtful and an inconstant capture. Here is “The Lion-House,” from The Black Panther, a poem, I cannot but think, that any poet would be proud to sign:
Always the heavy air,
The dreadful cage, the low
Murmur of voices, where
Some Force goes to and fro
In an immense despair!
As through a haunted brain—
With tireless footfalls