Heart of iron, smile of ice, <br />Oh! the rock. <br />See him stand as dumb as death. <br />If you could, <br />Would you care to stir or shock <br />Him, think you, by a blow or breath, <br />From his mood? <br /> <br /> <br />Arms of velvet, lips of love, <br />Oh! the wave. <br />See her creeping to his feet <br />Trustfully. <br />None shall know the sign he gave. <br />Death since then, were all too sweet. <br />Let her die. <br /> <br /> <br />Lift thine eyes upon the sea, <br />Soul of stone. <br />Rather (wouldst thou breathe or move?) <br />I would be <br />A warm wave, faithful, wasted, thrown, <br />Spent and rent and dead with love, <br />Than be thee.<br /><br />Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spent-8/
