Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)
A Character
YES, madame, I know you better, far better than those can know Whose plummet of judgment never is dropped to the depths below; Whose test is a surface-seeming, the glitter of lights that gleam With a moment's rainbow lustre on the shifting face of the stream. Because you have bold, blunt manners, because you can broadly smile, With the devil's own art in veiling your infinite gulfs of guile, There are some who bring you homage, who vow your nature is free And frank as the life of summer, when fullest on land and sea: And yet your soul is a charnel where many a ruined name Rots, festering vile and loathsome in burial-shrouds of shame; A sepulchre dark, that's crowded with ashes of old and young, Dead fames you have foully poisoned with your pitiless serpent's tongue! Beware! by the God above us, who parteth the false from true, There's a curse in the future, somewhere--an ambushed curse for you. It will burst from the wayside fiercely, when least you dream of a blow. A tigerish fate in its fury, to rend, and to lay you low! But ere it has sucked your heart's blood, and stifled your latest breath, The thought of your victims, woman! will sharpen the sting of death!
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