While The Billy BoilsSearchO black Sargasso! choked lagoon where rotThe human wrecks by Fortune’s backwash hurledFrom out the pulsing man-seas of the WorldTo hide as things that are and yet are not.Grim stagnant pool wherein the craft of GreedTrawl ’mid the slime and clutch for guerdon fair,Here warm gold of a drowned woman’s hair,Here youth’s lost sunshine and its careless creed,And here a heart’s hushed music! “Nets o’ lies,What treasure bring ye from the depths to-night,Or pearl or shell-trove?” — “Nay! but laughing lightThat once made morning in the children’s eyes.”
Poem
La Misere
by Marie E. J. Pitt · 1911
Sources, publication & text notesReference details
Canonical recordPOEM-001987
Copy-textPitt — The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911); selected digital copy-text retained exactly; retained page images control manifestation and meaningful layout under D-180/D-208; fresh OCR is alignment-only
Source recordSRC-000021
Rights determinationRGT-000350
Text statusCANONICAL TEXT READY
TranscriptionDIPLOMATIC_D208_D180