VI
“Gehorsam.” It is seldom that one hears
The German tongue commended. Yet I find
No spell more swift, more potent to unbind
The spirit’s shades in some fine phrase that clears
An entrance to the import of the years,
Where speech, unwinding as thought’s coils unwind,
Makes landfall, and companioning man’s mind,
Ends in the Innermost, whereto he steers.
And many a haunting solitary sound
In that strange tongue, with doubling content fraught,
Booms at the ear of conscience, whose profound
Responses in that energy are caught,
And Teuton loyalty, that holds its ground,
Sweeps Europe still, and sets a world at naught.
Hesepe, 4th July