Will clear his fame from every cloud, With the bards, and with the crowd. He is wilful, mutable, Shy, untamed, inscrutable, Like a flower-hunting child, Buries himself in summer waves, In trees, with beasts, in mines, and caves, Loves nature like a horned cow, Bird, or deer, or cariboo. Shun him, nymphs, on the fleet horses! He has a total world of wit, O how wise are his discourses! But he is the arch-hypocrite, And through all science and all art, He is a Pundit of the east, He is an augur and a priest, And his soul will melt in prayer, Corrupted by the present toy, He follows joy, and only joy. There is no mask but he will wear, He invented oaths to swear, He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays, And holds all stars in his embrace, Godlike, but 'tis for his fine pelf, The social quintessence of self. Well, said I, he is hypocrite, And folly the end of his subtle wit, Not allowed to any liege, For he does go behind all law, And right into himself does draw, For he is sovranly allied. Heaven's oldest blood flows in his side, And interchangeably at one With every king on every throne, Or see the fault, or seen betray; He has the Muses by the heart, His many signs cannot be told, He will preach like a friar, He will read like a crier, Meaning always to be young. And his wish is intimacy, Intimater intimacy, And a stricter privacy, The impossible shall yet be done, And being two shall still be one. As the wave breaks to foam on shelves, Then runs into a wave again, So lovers melt their sundered selves, Yet melted would be twain. II. THE DÆMONIC AND THE CELESTIAL LOVE. DÆMONIC LOVE. MAN was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through veins of kindred poured, Of mother, father, sister, stand; Names from awful childhood heard, Throbs of a wild religion stirred, Their good was heaven, their harm was vice, Till Beauty came to snap all ties, The maid, abolishing the past, With lotus-wine obliterates Dear memory's stone-incarved traits, And by herself supplants alone Friends year by year more inly known. When her calm eyes opened bright, And with snake and seraph talked. But God said; I will have a purer gift, There is smoke in the flame; New flowerets bring, new prayers uplift, And love without a name. Fond children, ye desire To please each other well; Ye shall climb on the heavenly stair, And selfish preference forbear; And without a swerving Each from your proper state, Deep, deep are loving eyes, |