The earth is cursed! Grey sky and sullen seaAnd bitter wind — like a half-stifled groanFrom some blind gulf of outer darkness blown,Where legioned wrong moaneth her broken pleaBecause of Faith that trusts unceasinglyThro’ unavailing ages. Where is God?Hath He forgot? Or drowsy doth He nodOn lonely hilltops of Infinity?
Silent! all silent! To your tasks, ye boorsAnd human clods that grovel in the dust,And serve Oppression for her bitter bread!Blind, bloodless worms with senses dull as lead!Spawn of Starvation and the Spoiler’s lust,The earth is cursed! — and only Greed endures!
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Canonical recordPOEM-001974
Copy-textPitt — The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911); selected digital copy-text retained exactly; first-edition scan controls manifestation and meaningful layout under D-180/D-208
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