de CLEYRE, Voltairine. "Ut sementem faceris, ita metes"
literature: poetryDE CLEYRE, Voltairine (1866-1912) Open Court 4 (1890/1891) p.2427
(To the Czar, on a woman, a political prisoner, being flogged to death
in Siberia. )
HOW many drops must gather to the skiesBefore the cloud-burst comes, we may not know; How hot the fires ill under hells must glowEre the volcano’s scalding lavas rise,Can none say; but all wot the hour is sure!Who dreams of vengeance has but to endureHe may not say how many blows must fall,How many lives be broken on the wheel,How many corpses stiffen ’neath the pall,How many martyrs fix the blood-red seal;But certain is the harvest time of Hate!And when weak moans by an indignant worldRe-echoed, to a throne are backward hurled,Who listens hears the mutterings of Fate!
PHILADELPHIA, February, 1890.