Tyranny

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Title:     Tyranny
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

There is not aught more merciless
Than such fast lips that will not speak,
That stir not if I curse or bless
A God that made them weak.

More madd'ning to one there is naught,
Than such white eyelids sealed on eyes,
Eyes vacant of the thing named thought,
An exile in the skies.

Ah, silent tongue! ah, ear so dull!
How angel utterances low
Have wooed you! they more beautiful
Than mortal harsh with woe!

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Tyranny

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