PREFACE In the fevered days and nights under the Empire that perished in the struggle of 1870, that whirling tumult of pleasure, scheming,

YOUR hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In the starlight as we wove us in a

I BRUISED your body with the whip Its wheals stand out in ridgéd azure. The savage blood upon your lip Images hurt, and hurt’s erasure. The

Thrill with the lissome lust of the light, O man! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From

Kill off mankind And give the Earth a chance! Nature might find In her inheritance The seedlings of a race Less infinitely base.

BURY me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save, I brought them wisdom from above: Worship, and liberty, and love. They slew me

APART, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of

The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the energy he needs On earth to do

TO-NIGHT I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must stop, and pray One little