XV。，On the throne Success usurps,
All this she had learnt in her ear。，Nor asked what he crouched to learn:
Have it homely and within,。，Of Callistes more humanly come
Far the loftier billows leap,。，Husk-like, and the mind preserves.
VIII。，Much he frets, the hooked and winged,
。，On conditions they caress.
Following that will you embrace。，Good from worthless. Some clear lamps
Here if Beauty be their dower:。，Strange to hear: not thin, not shrill:
Goddess, is no myth inane,。，Still quaking. But now more fair,
You a larger self will find:。，Love meet they who do not shove
Gaps the vital air.。，Twisting hues of flourished steel:
Not, though lightnings track your wit。，Ay, and Love, if Love it be
Lightnings lining the shut lid;。，Doth she of her spirit give,
。，Of sceptre and sword and lance
Whose harmonies always are sane.。，The grace of the battle for food,
As you see on the dark deep。，On the cleft's barren ledges, that slid
Where the goatherds in piping recline,。，Riding souls of men to night:
，Farther, deeper, may you read,。，Crying, hail to luminousness!