Poems (Whitney)/Appledore
APPLEDORE.
Look northward from this rock and see, Half imaged in the dreamy stone,Two heads—a veiled Eternity, A Destiny, stern, cold and lone.
This grimly fronts the aspiring wave, And seems to say, Strive as you will.And lash my brow all idly brave, You are a trembling vassal still.
That, with a human softness, nears The breathing Sea, and says, O child,Judge not of life by partial years— In me all things are reconciled!