New-York tribune., 1868-04-24
Ind here an Dread cllow the Gun delights


To glance and Shift about her slippery aides
And rosy knees, and supple roundsnness,
And budd6d bos0mpealis) who this way runs
Before the rcst-A eatyr; satyr; sec
Follows; but him Iproved mpOssible
Twy-natured Ia no nature; yet he draws
Nearer audncarer, and scan him now
Bcastlier than any phantom OF his Eino
That ever but'cd his brcthorbrute
For last or luaty blood or provender;
Ihatc, abhor spit, scken at him; and she
Loathcs him as wo such prccipitate heel
PLEDGED MS II were with Mercury's ankle-wing,
Wjjrls her 10 me: but viii she fling herself,
shameless upon met Catch her goatfOot nay,
Hide, hide them, mllior-Dyrtlcd wilderness,
And cayern-shadowirg laurels, hidel do wish
Whati that the bush were leafessl or TO whelm
All OF them In enc massacreY o ye Gods,
I know Won careless, yet careless, to you
From chilly want and ancient use call
thought lived securely as yourselves
No lewdness narrowing envy, mOnkey-spito,
No madness Of ambition, avarice, none:
No larger feast than under plane or pine
with noighbOrs laid along the grass, to take
Only such cpps as left us ftlendly-warn,
Affirming each bis own philosophy
Nothing 10 mar tie sober majestios
OF settled sweet, Epicurean life
But now 1t seems some unseen monster lays
Ills vast and filthy hands upon my viii
ny bliss in beug and It was not great;
For save when shutting reasons up In rythm,
Or HellconIan honey in living words,
To make a truth less harsh, often grev
Tired of so much within our little life.
Or OF 50 little IN our little life
Poor little life that toddlts half an hour
Crowned with n flower two and there an end
And since the nObleT pleasure seems to fade,
Why should /, beas,llke as fad myself,
Not manko end myself i--our privilege
What beast has heart 10 do iti And what man.
What Roman would lie dragged in triumph thasf
Not /, not be, who bears name with her,
Whose dcath-blow struck the dateless doom OF kings
When broOking not the TarQuin IN her veins,
She made her blood in sight Of Collatine
And all his peers, flushing the guiltlcss air,
Spout from the maiden fountain In her heart.
And from 1t sprang the Commonwealth, which breaks
AS am breaking now
And therefore now
Let her, tbatis the womb and tomb OF all,
Great Nature take, and forcing far apart
Those blind beginnings that have made me man
Dash them ancw together at her win
Through all her cycles-iuto man once moro.
Or beast, or bird, or fsh, or opnlent lower-
But till this eosmio order everywhere
Shattered into one earthquake in one day
Cracks all TO pieces-and that hour perhaps
Is not so far when momentary man
Shall seem 10 moro q sOinCtAluG 10 hlinscH,
But be. his hopcs ana hates. his homes aud fanes,
And even lis bones long-laid within the grave,
Tlo very aldes of the grave itself shall pass,
Vanishing. atom and void, atom and void.
INTO tie ucseen fOrcycr.-tl that hour,
NY golden work In which told q truth
That stays the rolling IxOnian wheel,
And numhs the FuTy's Tinglctsnakc and pluckS
The mortal soul from out immortal hell,
Shall stand n.y. surely then itfalls at last
And pcrishes as must for TEOu,
PassiOnless bride, divine tranquility,
Yearned after by the wisest o. the wise,
Who fail to find thee, being as thOu.Grt
Without pleasure and without one pain.
HOWbet know thou suIey must be mine
Or soon or late, yet out Of season. thus
WOO thee roughly, for thou carest not
How roughly men may WOO thee so they win
Thus-thus the soul ilies out and dies in the air"
With that he drove tie kuifo into his side;
sbe heard him raging, heard him fall; ran In,
Beat breast, tore hair, cTed oUt upon herself
AS having failed in duty TO IN, slrlcked
That she but meant TO win lin back. fell on him,
Clasped, kissed him. walled: lac answered, Care not
thOul
What mattersi All is over Fare thee well"