Experimental poem written in the style of English Poetry ca1850’s
Lament of an Immigrant, an Exile, a Wanderer
O melancholy Spirit, somber most,
Dreamful roamer, author of solitude,
With You, and Mist, and with Divine Desire,
With me disclose each other’s precious sigh,
That we may weep together, all in all,
To free these vales from gnawing kiss of pain
And retrieve the days,
Those that are no more!
Or if all these, Your airy heart deny,
O weep once more and water my delight
And all revive the withered virgin woods
Enthralled and slapped by lower mortal hand.
Or just defy the law of God and Man,
That for a moment, see I a Nymph’s confine
Who once had gleamed like nocturnal fire
Through bead-like isles and dreamer’s mind and eye.
But woe to him who loves but in his dream
Rearing a Maiden in his dreamful world,
Whose form and worth, like faded kiss are lost,
Forever dead and in forgotten mould!
Or woe to him whose anguish or whose love
Changes his eyes’ indignant piercing sight
To arching lips that they may ever please
Symbolic Maiden, clothed in praise and myth.
Sweet still are the echoes of my dreams,
The cherished secrets and sad gifts of sigh,
Trace of culture, of beauty which defined
Lost Maiden of my Oriental Isle!