Henry A. Beers, the author of this dynamic poem from which we quote only a part, is a professor of literature at Yale—a man supposedly conventional and soft spoken!
Take your ivory Christ away:
No dying god shall have my knee,
While live gods breathe in this wild wind
And shout from yonder dashing sea.
O no, the old gods are not dead:
I think that they will never die;
But I, who lie upon this bed
In mortal anguish—what am I?
A wave that rises with a breath