“Zeppelins: I” by Iris Tree

Zeppelins: I

The startling thunder bursting from a gun :
How swift runs Fear, quicksilver that is freed !
Now every muscle weakens, every pulse
Is set at gallop-pace, and every nerve
Stretched taut with terror and a mad revolt.
The fear of death, the longing still to live,—
Live in a vain world racked with hundred pains,

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Iris Tree's poem "Zeppelins: I" was published in the 1916 Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link below:

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