Poems
The Lover
What cry is this—what lives are these, what mirth?
The Maiden
The cry of the unchangeable gods who send
A message to the world through thoughtless lips—
The lives illimitable of strange hosts,
Dim denizens of undiscovered glades,
Impenetrable seas and drowsy hills—
Of these the mirth I hear—of these the joy!
A message to the world through thoughtless lips—
The lives illimitable of strange hosts,
Dim denizens of undiscovered glades,
Impenetrable seas and drowsy hills—
Of these the mirth I hear—of these the joy!
The Lover
The old gods pass—and the old ways of men—
Theirs was the earth, and lust of Beauty and Life,
Theirs was the earth a little while, and soft
Sweet perfumes and cool temples and wild loves—
Theirs was the earth, and lust of Beauty and Life,
Theirs was the earth a little while, and soft
Sweet perfumes and cool temples and wild loves—
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