Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Robert KelleyWeeks765 Medusa
O
Under a moonless sky,
Whence I had seen the gracious light
Of sunset fade and die,
Where tree nor building bars
Its outlook, in a desert place,
The best to see the stars.
No light below the skies;
I looked above, and unaware
Looked in Medusa’s eyes:—
That neither hope nor fear,
That neither watch nor dream nor sleep
Nor sympathize nor sneer;
Nor question nor reply,
That neither pardon nor accuse,
That yield not nor defy;
That trust not nor betray,
That acquiesce not nor appeal,—
The eyes that never pray.
O love that leaves alone!
O love that blinds and blesses not!
O love that turns to stone!