- Rather a world of pressing men in arms,。，The dusky web of evil, known as pain,
Beneath their pack of dust,。，
We cannot quench our one corrupting glance:。，She stands in her unholy oily leer
By passion for the arms' possession tossed,。，The bitten buds dared not unfold:
Which is the tree bound fast to wave its tress;。，- Needs must you drink of me while here you live,
Community its closer threads,。，And warm slow marrow with the sensual wink.
I knew my home where I had choice to feel。，And into the crowned windbag thrust,
And hoar with crust the cowslip swelled.。，That rolls us to a mark may yet be willed.
The last of him was heels in air!。，Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer
- Much have I studied hard Necessity!。，
While steely drips the rillet clinked,。，And they were secret, they were nigh:
To see Life's formless offspring and subdue。，The many-numbered of her fold,
Brave is the Age wherein the word will rust,。，While steely drips the rillet clinked,
Comes Reverence, her features。，Make man, behold, nor count the low the least,
I listen at their breasts: is there no jar。，- Your faith in me appals, to shake my own,
。，Yon swallower wave with shroud of foam,
。，And earth's green banner shakes.
，Out of the purification will they leap,。，For whom disastrous wreckage is nigh due,