Commentary to the poem “The Appeal”.
From the wheel and the drift of Things
Deliver us, good Lord;
And we will meet the wrath of kings,
The faggot and the sword.
Lay not Thy toil before our eyes,
Nor vex us with Thy wars,
Lest we should feel the straining skies
O’ertrod by trampling stars.
A veil ’twixt us and Thee, kind Lord,
A veil ’twixt us and Thee:
Lest we should hear too clear, too clear,
And unto madness see!
The presented text is adapted from Alec Vagapov’s translation.