To see, and at my woe high heaven had laughed.
Suddenly the darkness deepened, and a face
Gloomed on the opening, terrible and grim
An Afreet! In his hands he held disgrace
And direst poverty and ruinous strife.
“Choose now between,” he cried, “calm Death by him
And Life empoisoned,” yet I cried, “Give Life.”
THE BROOK
I have a little brook in the deeps of my heart.