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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rizpah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,<br>To Jesse’s mighty son: “My Lord, O King,<br>I, halting hard by Gibeon’s bleak-blown hill<br>Three nightfalls past, saw dark-eyed Rizpah, clad<br>In dripping sackcloth, pace with naked feet<br>The flinty rock where lie unburied yet<br>The sons of her and Saul; and he whose post<br>Of watch is in those places desolate,<br>Got up, and spake unto thy servant here<br>Concerning her—yea, even unto me:—<br>‘Behold,’ he said, ‘the woman seeks not rest,<br>Nor fire, nor food, nor roof, nor any haunt<br>Where sojourns man; but rather on yon rock<br>Abideth, like a wild thing, with the slain,<br>And watcheth them, lest evil wing or paw<br>Should light upon the comely faces dead,<br>To spoil them of their beauty. Three long moons<br>Hath Rizpah, daughter of Aiah, dwelt<br>With drouth and cold and rain and wind by turns,<br>And many birds there are that know her face,<br>And many beasts that flee not at her step,<br>And many cunning eyes do look at her<br>From serpent-holes and burrows of the rat.<br>Moreover,’ spake the scout, ‘her skin is brown<br>And sere by reason of exceeding heat;<br>And all her darkness of abundant hair<br>Is shot with gray, because of many nights<br>When grief hath crouched in fellowship with frost<br>Upon that desert rock. Yea, thus and thus<br>Fares Rizpah,’ said the spy, O King, to me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But David, son of Jesse, spake no word,<br>But turned himself, and wept against the wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have our Rizpahs in these modern days<br>Who’ve lost their households through no sin of theirs,<br>On bloody fields and in the pits of war;<br>And though their dead were sheltered in the sod<br>By friendly hands, these have not suffered less<br>Than she of Judah did, nor is their love<br>Surpassed by hers. The Bard who, in great days<br>Afar off yet, shall set to epic song<br>The grand pathetic story of the strife<br>That shook America for five long years,<br>And struck its homes with desolation—he<br>Shall in his lofty verse relate to men<br>How, through the heat and havoc of that time,<br>Columbia’s Rachael in her Rama wept<br>Her children, and would not be comforted;<br>And sing of Woman waiting day by day<br>With that high patience that no man attains,<br>For tidings, from the bitter field, of spouse,<br>Or son, or brother, or some other love<br>Set face to face with Death. Moreover, he<br>Shall say how, through her sleepless hours at night,<br>When rain or leaves were dropping, every noise<br>Seemed like an omen; every coming step<br>Fell on her ears like a presentiment<br>And every hand that rested on the door<br>She fancied was a herald bearing grief;<br>While every letter brought a faintness on<br>That made her gasp before she opened it,<br>To read the story written for her eyes,<br>And cry, or brighten, over its contents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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To Jesse’s mighty son: “My Lord, O King,
I, halting hard by Gibeon’s bleak-blown hill
Three nightfalls past, saw dark-eyed Rizpah, clad
In dripping sackcloth, pace with naked feet
The flinty rock w..."></div>
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