We learn thy full and lustrous charm to admire,
In that hollow moan, in the gnash of teeth
With which we gnaw our bit our life entire.
When foreign heel can trample our nape in dust
And every comer scorn and torture deals,
The lips are closed ’neath hangman’s lash unjust,
Though through the heart storm’s longing, “Freedom,” peals!
XVII
When dark above the earth the piling clouds clash
Like raging hosts of Satan in array,