by: William Winter (1836-1917)
- NE other bitter drop to drink,
- And then -- no more!
- One little pause upon the brink,
- And then -- go o'er!
- One sigh -- and then the lib'rant morn
- Of perfect day,
- When my free spirit, newly born,
- Will soar away!
- One pang -- and I shall rend the thrall
- Where grief abides,
- And generous Death will show me all
- That now he hides;
- And, lucid in that second birth,
- I shall discern
- What all the sages of the earth
- Have died to learn.
- One motion -- and the stream is crossed,
- So dark, so deep!
- And I shall triumph, or be lost
- In endless sleep.
- Then, onward! Whatso'er my fate,
- I shall not care!
- Nor Sin nor Sorrow, Love nor Hate,
- Can touch me there.
POEMS BY WILLIAM WINTER
"The Rubicon" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.