Such wooing as the ear receives。，With his faith in the Great Mother's love:
IX。，She was fire for the blue and the green
* * *。，O my wild ones! they tell me more than these.
Where the flowery grass was clod,。，That had thee here obscure.
。，Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping
Yet making harmony breathe of life and disease,。，
'When she was a tiny,' one aged woman quavers,。，Black the driving raincloud breasts the iron gate-way:
The valley, discreet in grief,。，Bill our mate, and choose our tree.
Of our earth, dark fire; athirst。，Like the teeth of the famished at meat.
Strange her eyes; her cheeks are cold as cold sea-shells.。，Like the teeth of the famished at meat.
Clear of limb a Youth smote the master's gate.。，
From firmest base to farthest leap,。，
Like swimmers varying billows: never in woods。，Earth to her is young as the slip of the new moon.
Like yonder voice aloft, and link。，He was not dreaming, he sensibly felt and heard.
Lost Skiegencia's caress。，High Olympus, but vainly for strength
。，Would have clasped her and dared a revolt
For the olive, the vine and the wheat,。，Said more than of tongue is revealed.
，Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,。，Impelled by what his happy bill