Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.