UNCONTROLLED

The mighty forces of mysterious space
    Are one by one subdued by lordly man.
    The awful lightning that for eons ran
Their devastating and untrammeled race,
Now bear his messages from place to place
    Like carrier doves. The winds lead on his van;
    The lawless elements no longer can
Resist his strength, but yield with sullen grace.

His bold feet scaling heights before untrod,
    Light, darkness, air and water, heat and cold
       He bids go forth and bring him power and pelf.
And yet, though ruler, king and demi-god,
    He walks with his fierce passions uncontrolled
      The conqueror of all things--save himself.

Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.


Back to Poem Index