And see the strong man bow;
With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood,
And cold and livid brow;
Go, catch his wandering glance, and see
There mirrored his soul’s misery.
Go, hear what I have heard,—
The sobs of sad despair,
As memory’s feeling fount hath stirred,
And its revealings there
Have told him what he might have been,