The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
Woman is the lesser man.
๏ปฟThe wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.