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Hermes:
Nakedness
In the palaistra or among the vines
Bathed of the dew, and sunshine-sanctified,
Was God-like once that Beast-like is to-day!
All innocent joys and frank are turned morose
And harmful made, albeit more sweet by you
Who spice each joy with savour of a sin!
Yet tho' the vile impute his villainy
To Beauty, still the marble Goddess stands
A statue scribbled by the lounger's coal
With trivial inscription, or unclean,
Calm and impassive, heedless of the stain,
Since one night's dew shall wash her white once more.
Colette. (To Peregrina):
Lady, fair stranger, like a soothsayer
You prophesied for little Antony,
I have a friend, you mark him yonder, Gilles,
Have you no cure for his moon-madness?