Beheld himself, with less and less disguise,。，III
Vow them in nature wise as when Love speaks.。，clipped off
。，Above, with his bright Goddess owned the adored.
He of the myriad eyes, the myriad hands。，Sooth, more easy it seems, down the lengthened array of Achaians,
SONG IN THE SONGLESS。，For Pleasure witched him her sweet cup to drain;
[Written for the Charing Cross Album]。，She darkens to malignity of scorn.
。，While pillared darkness hatched malicious life
。，Repentance offered ecstasy in pain.
Across her garden from the insaner crew,。，He of the myriad eyes, the myriad hands
Heroic who came out; for round them hung。，Then knows he Love, that beckons and controls;
Whom Honour was untroubled to restrain.。，But soon he hailed the home-bred yeoman mate.
They, now, as when swarm thick in the air multitudinous winged。，XIV
To rear; the man dragged rearward, shamed, amazed;。，Confirmed to win, with countenance the Sun's.
And of its crimson weave their mesh:。，These miserably disinclined,
The treasures women are whose aim is praise,。，Aspiring blends the Titan with the God;
Whence reverence round grey-haired story grew:。，
Be sure the ruddy hue is Love's: to woo。，To vision; or as the iris lights