<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swamp Angel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a coal-black Angel<br>With a thick Afric lip,<br>And he dwells (like the hunted and harried)<br>In a swamp where the green frogs dip.<br>But his face is against a City<br>Which is over a bay of the sea,<br>And he breathes with a breath that is<br>blastment,<br>And dooms by a far decree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night there is fear in the City,<br>Through the darkness a star soareth on;<br>There's a scream that screams up to the zenith,<br>Then the poise of a meteor lone--<br>Lighting far the pale fright of the faces,<br>And downward the coming is seen;<br>Then the rush, and the burst, and the havoc,<br>And wails and shrieks between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It comes like the thief in the gloaming;<br>It comes, and none may foretell<br>The place of the coming--the glaring;<br>They live in a sleepless spell<br>That wizens, and withers, and whitens;<br>It ages the young, and the bloom<br>Of the maiden is ashes of roses--<br>The Swamp Angel broods in his gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift is his messengers' going,<br>But slowly he saps their halls,<br>As if by delay deluding.<br>They move from their crumbling walls<br>Farther and farther away;<br>But the Angel sends after and after,<br>By night with the flame of his ray--<br>By night with the voice of his screaming--<br>Sends after them, stone by stone,<br>And farther walls fall, farther portals,<br>And weed follows weed through the Town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this the proud City? the scorner<br>Which never would yield the ground?<br>Which mocked at the coal-black Angel?<br>The cup of despair goes round.<br>Vainly he calls upon Michael<br>(The white man's seraph was he,)<br>For Michael has fled from his tower<br>To the Angel over the sea.<br>Who weeps for the woeful City<br>Let him weep for our guilty kind;<br>Who joys at her wild despairing--<br>Christ, the Forgiver, convert his mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herman+Melville">Herman Melville</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409984" data-title="The Swamp Angel de Herman Melville" data-description="There is a coal-black Angel With a thick Afric lip, And he dwells (like the hunted and harried) In a swamp where the green frogs dip. But his face is against a City Which is over a bay of the sea, And he breathes with a breath that is blastment, A..."></div> </div> </div>

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