The diamond sun arose, and tossed
A billion gems across the sea.
"_The Slave of God is lost, is lost,
The Slave of God is lost to me...._"

He grounded on the common beach,
He trod the little towns of men,
And God removèd from his reach
The cup of Heaven's passion then,
And gave him vulgar love and speech,
And gave him threescore years and ten.




TRUE PROMISES


You promised War and Thunder and Romance.
You promised true, but we were very blind
And very young, and in our ignorance
We never called to mind
That truth is seldom kind.

You promised love, immortal as a star.
You promised true, yet how the truth can lie!
For now we grope for hands where no hands are,
And, deathless, still we cry,
Nor hope for a reply.