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Free of the cloud; beneath the flood of gold。

Crowned with wreaths that burn in dew;

Her couples whirl; sun…satiated;

Athirst for shade; they sigh; they wed;

They play the music made of two:

Oldest of earth; earth's youngest till earth's end:

Cunninger than the numbered strings;

For melodies; for harmonies;

For mastered discords; and the things

Not vocable; whose mysteries

Are inmost Love's; Life's reach of Life extend。



Is it an anguish overflowing shame

And the tongue's pudency confides to her;

With eyes of embers; breath of incense myrrh;

The woman's marrow in some dear youth's name;

Then is the Goddess tenderness

Maternal; and she has a sister's tones

Benign to soothe intemperate distress;

Divide despair from hope; and sighs from moans。

Her gentleness imparts exhaling ease

To those of her milk…bearer votaries

As warm of bosom…earth as she; of the source

Direct; erratic but in heart's excess;

Being mortal and ill…matched for Love's great force;

Like green leaves caught with flames by his impress。

And pray they under skies less overcast;

That swiftly may her star of eve descend;

Her lustrous morning star fly not too fast;

To lengthen blissful night will she befriend。



Unfailing her reply to woman's voice

In supplication instant。  Is it man's;

She hears; approves his words; her garden scans;

And him:  the flowers are various; he has choice。

Perchance his wound is deep; she listens long;

Enjoys what music fills the plaintive song;

And marks how he; who would be hawk at poise

Above the bird; his plaintive song enjoys。



She reads him when his humbled manhood weeps

To her invoked:  distraction is implored。

A smile; and he is up on godlike leaps

Above; with his bright Goddess owned the adored。

His tales of her declare she condescends;

Can share his fires; not always goads and rends:

Moreover; quits a throne; and must enclose

A queenlier gem than woman's wayside rose。

She bends; he quickens; she breathes low; he springs

Enraptured; low she laughs; his woes disperse;

Aloud she laughs and sweeps his varied strings。

'Tis taught him how for touch of mournful verse


Rarely the music made of two ascends;

And Beauty's Queen some other way is won。

Or it may solve the riddle; that she lends

Herself to all; and yields herself to none;

Save heavenliest:  though claims by men are raised

In hot assurance under shade of doubt:

And numerous are the images bepraised

As Beauty's Queen; should passion head the rout。



Be sure the ruddy hue is Love's:  to woo

Love's Fountain we must mount the ruddy hue。

That is her garden's precept; seen where shines

Her blood…flower; and its unsought neighbour pines。

Daughter of light; the joyful light;

She bids her couples face full East;

Reflecting radiance; even when from her feast

Their outstretched arms brown deserts disunite;

The lion…haunted thickets hold apart。

In love the ruddy hue declares great heart;

High confidence in her whose aid is lent

To lovers lifting the tuned instrument;

Not one of rippled strings and funeral tone。

And doth the man pursue a tightened zone;

Then be it as the Laurel God he runs;

Confirmed to win; with countenance the Sun's。



Should pity bless the tremulous voice of woe

He lifts for pity; limp his offspring show。

For him requiring woman's arts to please

Infantile tastes with babe reluctances;

No race of giants!  In the woman's veins

Persuasion ripely runs; through hers the pains。

Her choice of him; should kind occasion nod;

Aspiring blends the Titan with the God;

Yet unto dwarf and mortal; she; submiss

In her high Lady's mandate; yields the kiss;

And is it needed that Love's daintier brute

Be snared as hunter; she will tempt pursuit。

She is great Nature's ever intimate

In breast; and doth as ready handmaid wait;

Until perverted by her senseless male;

She plays the winding snake; the shrinking snail;

The flying deer; all tricks of evil fame;

Elusive to allure; since he grew tame。



Hence has the Goddess; Nature's earliest Power;

And greatest and most present; with her dower

Of the transcendent beauty; gained repute

For meditated guile。  She laughs to hear

A charge her garden's labyrinths scarce confute;

Her garden's histories tell of to all near。

Let it be said; But less upon her guile

Doth she rely for her immortal smile。

Still let the rumour spread; and terror screens

To push her conquests by the simplest means。

While man abjures not lustihead; nor swerves

From earth's good labours; Beauty's Queen he serves。



Her spacious garden and her garden's grant

She offers in reward for handsome cheer:

Choice of the nymphs whose looks will slant

The secret down a dewy leer

Of corner eyelids into haze:

Many a fair Aphrosyne

Like flower…bell to honey…bee:

And here they flicker round the maze

Bewildering him in heart and head:

And here they wear the close demure;

With subtle peeps to reassure:

Others parade where love has bled;

And of its crimson weave their mesh:

Others to snap of fingers leap;

As bearing breast with love asleep。

These are her laughters in the flesh。

Or would she fit a warrior mood;

She lights her seeming unsubdued;

And indicates the fortress…key。

Or is it heart for heart that craves;

She flecks along a run of waves

The one to promise deeper sea。



Bands of her limpid primitives;

Or patterned in the curious braid;

Are the blest man's; and whatsoever he gives;

For what he gives is he repaid。

Good is it if by him 'tis held

He wins the fairest ever welled

From Nature's founts:  she whispers it:  Even I

Not fairer! and forbids him to deny;

Else little is he lover。  Those he clasps;

Intent as tempest; worshipful as prayer; …

And be they doves or be they asps; …

Must seem to him the sovereignty fair;

Else counts he soon among life's wholly tamed。

Him whom from utter savage she reclaimed;

Half savage must he stay; would he be crowned

The lover。  Else; past ripeness; deathward bound;

He reasons; and the totterer Earth detests;

Love shuns; grim logic screws in grasp; is he。

Doth man divide divine Necessity

From Joy; between the Queen of Beauty's breasts

A sword is driven; for those most glorious twain

Present her; armed to bless and to constrain。

Of this he perishes; not she; the throned

On rocks that spout their springs to the sacred mounts。

A loftier Reason out of deeper founts

Earth's chosen Goddess bears:  by none disowned

While red blood runs to swell the pulse; she boasts;

And Beauty; like her star; descends the sky;

Earth's answer; heaven's consent unto man's cry;

Uplifted by the innumerable hosts。



Quickened of Nature's eye and ear;

When the wild sap at high tide smites

Within us; or benignly clear

To vision; or as the iris lights

On fluctuant waters; she is ours

Till set of man:  the dreamed; the seen;

Flushing the world with odorous flowers:

A soft compulsion on terrene

By heavenly:  and the world is hers

While hunger after Beauty spurs。



So is it sung in any space

She fills; with laugh at shallow laws

Forbidding love's devised embrace;

The music Beauty from it draws。







Poem: A Reading of Life … The Test Of Manhood







Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks;

An army issues out of wilderness;

With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;

Obstruction in the van; insane excess

Oft at the heart; yet hard the onward stress

Unto more spacious; where move ordered ranks;

And rise hushed temples built of shapely stone;

The work of hands not pledged to grind or slay。

They gave our earth a dress of flesh on bone;

A tongue to speak with answering heaven gave they。

Then was the gracious birth of man's new day;

Divided from the haunted night it shone。



That quiet dawn was Reverence; whereof sprang

Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide。

Another sun had risen to clasp his bride:

It was another earth unto him sang。



Came Reverence from the Huntress on her heights?

From the Persuader came it; in those vales

Whereunto she melodiously invites;

Her troops of eager servitors regales?

Not far those two great Powers of Nature speed

Disciple steps on earth when sole they lead;

Nor either points for us the way of flame。

From him predestined mightier it came;

His task to hold them both in breast; and yield

Their dues to each; and of their war be field。



The foes that in repulsion never ceased;

Must he; who once has been the goodly beast

Of one or other; at whose beck he ran;

Constrain to make him serviceable man;

Offending neither; nor the natural claim

Each pressed; denying; for his true man's name。



Ah; what a sweat of anguish in that strife

To hold them fast conjoined within him still;

Submissive to his will

Along the road of life!

And marvel not he wavered if at whiles

The forward step met frowns; the backward smiles。

For Pleasure witched him her sweet cup to drain;

Repentance offered ecstasy in pain。

Delicious licence called it Nature's cry;

Ascetic rigours crushed the fleshly sigh;

A tread on shingle timed his lame advance

Flung as the die of Bacchanalian Chance;

He of the troubled marching army leaned

On godhead visible; on godhead screened;

The radiant roseate; the curtained white;

Yet sharp his battle strained through day; through night。



He drank of fictions; till celestial aid

Might seem accorded when he fawned and prayed;

Sagely the generous Giver circumspect;

To choose for grants the egregious; his elect;

And ever that imagined succour slew

The soul of brotherhood whence Reverence drew。



In fellowship religion has its founts:

The solitary his own God reveres:

Ascend no sacred Mounts

Our hungers or our fears。

As only for the numbers Nature's care

Is shown; and she the personal nothing heeds;

So to Divinity the spring of prayer

From brotherhood the one way upward leads。

Like the sustaining air

Are both for flowers and weeds。

But he who claims in spirit to be flower;

Will find them both an air that doth devour。



Whereby he smelt his treason; who implored

External gifts bestowed but on the sword;

Beheld himself; with less and less disguise;

Through those blood…cataracts which dimmed his eyes;

His army's foe; condemned to strive and fail;

See a black adversary's ghost prevail;

Never; though triumphs hailed him; hope to win

While still the conflict tore his breast within。



Out of that agony; misread for those

Imprisoned Powers warring unappeased;

The ghost of his black adversary rose;

To smother light; shut heaven; show earth diseased。

And long with him was wrestling ere emerged

A mind to read in him the reflex shade

Of its fierce torment; this way; that way urged;

By craven compromises hourly swayed。



Crouched as a nestling; still its wings untried;

The man's mind opened under weight of cloud。

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