Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BREED OF WOE, by LUIS MONTOTO Y RAUTENSTRAUCH


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First Line: Now whither go ye? - would that we did know
Last Line: Refuse us not an alms, for love of god.
Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Fathers; Pain; Suffering; Misery


NOW whither go ye?—Would that we did know
But who can trace the leaves at midnight torn
From off the storm-swept branches as they go
Upon the mighty tempest's path of scorn?

And where abide ye?—In the refuse heap,
Our walls and rafters rotting in the dust,—
Dust watered only by the tears we weep,—
Tears bitter with our need and broken trust.

Had ye no father?—Yea, he dreamt of fame
And scorned the thrifty hoardings of the heart,
He whom the midnight fever overcame
To sit, his brows with laurel crowned, apart.

What seek ye now?—His legacy decreed,
The dreamer's treasure buried in the sod;
We are the children of the poet's breed,—
Refuse us not an alms, for love of God.





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