"Heed those old stories?
New glowing glories
Blot out those lies, love!
Look in my eyes, love!

"Ah, but the world knows -
Naught of the true rose;
Back the world slips, love!
Give me your lips, love!

"Even were their lies true,
Yet were you wise to
Swear, at Love's portal,
The god's immortal."



POEM: THE LAST DEFEAT



Across the field of day
In sudden blazon lay
The pallid bar of gold
Borne on the shield of day.
Night had endured so long,
And now the Day grew strong
With lance of light to hold
The Night at bay.