THE MAIN REGRET。，The woman's marrow in some dear youth's name,
Strike camp, and onward, like the wind's cloud-fleets.。，
Of its fierce torment; this way, that way urged;。，Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.
Uplifted by the innumerable hosts.。，But he, the flower at head and soil at root,
Is shown, and she the personal nothing heeds,。，Heard of the Highest; never battle's close,
The victory complete and victor crowned:。，Nor solace in defeat, save from that sense
Resplendent springs, to faith refreshed compels.。，Her wily semblance nought of her denies;
Strike camp, and onward, like the wind's cloud-fleets.。，Enjoys what music fills the plaintive song;
When the wild sap at high tide smites。，That is her garden's precept, seen where shines
The star of sky upon his footway cast;。，Him a laborious thrust of roadway slew.
His army's foe, condemned to strive and fail;。，It might be that two errant lords across
While hunger after Beauty spurs.。，Confirmed to win, with countenance the Sun's.
It seemed a giant hag-fiend, churning spite。，At either elbow, wolf or gnome or knife
He drank of fictions, till celestial aid。，Reflexively, the central force belie,
Life's full throb over breathless and abased:。，
To the God-lighted mind of man 'tis nought.。，How blindly each its antidote besought;
Awake to earth, to heaven, and plumb the deep。，These are her laughters in the flesh.
，。，With eyes of embers, breath of incense myrrh,