The Tongue Set Free: Memories of a European Childhood

Question

The poem "Christus!" ends abruptly after Elsie opens the door, encountering only the "din of the." If you were to explain the *purpose* or *impact* of this unfinished structure, what might it communicate about the nature of fear, faith, or the search for meaning in a chaotic world?

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The poem’s unfinished structure—ending with “the din of the” after Elsie opens the door [1]—communicates that fear and the search for meaning often confront only chaos, not clarity. The passage shows that when Elsie responds to the cry of “Christus!” she finds “only the din / Of the furious storm and the snow swept in” and “not a soul” [1]. This abrupt break mirrors the experience of seeking a divine or comforting answer in a tumultuous world and receiving only overwhelming noise and emptiness, leaving both Elsie and the reader in suspense.

Regarding faith, the unfinished line suggests that faith may persist despite unanswered cries. Elsie later declares, “I will not sleep till I understand / This cry of ‘Christus!’” [2], showing her determination to find meaning even when the initial encounter yields only chaos. The poem ultimately reveals the source is a dead sailor’s pet bird crying the word [4], implying that the search for meaning can uncover unexpected, even mundane, origins for what seems supernatural. However, the passages do not explicitly explain the *purpose* of the unfinished structure; they only show its effect—creating a moment of unresolved tension that highlights…

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← This Day Poems by Julia Caroline Dorr "Christus!" The Kiss → 4571061 Poems — "Christus!" Julia Caroline Dorr ​ "CHRISTUS!" Over the desolate sea-side town With a terrible tumult the night came down, And the fierce wind swept through the empty street, With the drifting snow for a winding-sheet. Elsie, the fisherman's daughter, in bed Lay and listened in awe and dread, But sprang to her feet in sudden fear When over the tempest, loud and clear, A voice cried, "Christus!" "Christus! Christus!" and nothing more. Was it a cry at the cottage-door? She left her chamber with flying feet; She…
Passage [4]
ind overhead, Your cry of 'Christus!'" She watched their going with earnest eyes: Hark! what voice to the taunt replies? The trees were still as if struck with death; The wind was soft as a baby's breath; The sobbing sea was asleep at last, Scourged no more by the furious blast; Yet, surely as ever from human tongue A cry of grief or despair was wrung, Some voice sighed, "Christus!" Burned on her cheek a sudden flame As her heart's strong throbbings went and came, And she stood alone on the lonely shore, Gazing the wide black waters o'er. ​ "Whether it comes from heaven or hell, This voice I…
Passage [6]
w; Yet again through the hush, as faint and far As if it came from another star, A voice sighed "Christus!" ​ "Christus! Christus!" Who can it be, O Christ our Lord, that is calling Thee In a foreign tongue, with a woe as wild As that of some lost, forsaken child? She turned from the window with a startled gaze: She clasped her hands in a pale amaze, Hearkening still, till again she heard, As in a waking dream, the word— That strange word, "Christus!" Then over the hill with weary feet She toiled through the drifts to the village-street. The villagers gathered in eager haste, And all day long…
Passage [5]
f brown Over his red scarf flowing down, And jewelled ears that were strange to see. She was bending over it, whenah me! The shrill cry, "Christus!" Rang out as if from the stony lips Whence life had parted in drear eclipse, As if the soul of the dead man cried Again unto Christ the Crucified. The rose had fled from her cheeks so red, But still she knelt by his side and said, Under her breath, "I must understand Whether from heaven or sea or land Comes that cry, 'Christus!'" She laid her hand on the pulseless breast! What fluttered beneath the crimson vest? A bird with plumage of green and…
Passage [7]
te, Which, though they knock and knock again, Will not its watch and ward abate? ​ Still shall they batter at the walls? Or still, like children, cry and fret, While the loud clamor of their calls Swells high in turbulent regret? When thou hast barred the door, shall they Challenge thy wisdom, God of love? Or humbly wait beside the way Till thou the barrier shalt remove? Too oft we cannot hear thee speak, So loud our voices and our prayers, While to the patient and the meek The gate thou openest unawares!
Passage [107]

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