The Springbok

Springbok Springbok, hitting heights,
In the rivers of the heart;
What enchanted brain or head,
Could doubt thy brave intensity?
In what profound earth or star
hit the lightning of thine brain?
by what force dare he award?
What the nerve, dare ride the lightning?
And what muscle, & what freedom,
Could raise the tissues of thy breast?
And when thy breast began to feel,
What dread nerve? & what dread eyelash?
What the blaster? what the sand,
In what foundry was thy vein?
What the casting? what dread work,
Dare its bursting anger twist!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he love his faith to see?
Did he who formed the duck form thee?
Springbok Springbok, hitting heights,
In the rivers of the heart;
What enchanted brain or head,
Could doubt thy brave intensity?

Crunch!