A WARRIOR-SONG.

Comrade shall there be peace for us,
Ever a banner furled,
Days ungirded and nights of ea se
Stablished deep as the valley trees,
And a truce with the might of the world ?

For watches under the farthest stars,
Voices heard on the hills ..
A house with roses covered,
With wine and honey our table spread,
And a court that a fountain fills.

Where we can play on the rainbow's edge,
Where we can laugh and strip,
Sing and play in the gleaming pool,
Stretch our limbs on the marble cool,
let all our passion slip.

Comrade, we do not ask for these,
Drunk with the earth's new plan
I have no care for a gracious thing,
Wait , my He art, for the mightiest spring
When I bear you the Superman .

Never a babe on the roof of stars
Likened shall be to ours,
Little body straight as a lance
Made for adventure and made for dance,
And a mouth like two small red flowers.

Heart of a child, brain of a God,
Lord of a winged word,
Fire-hearted seraph and shod with wings,
Fire-headed devil to tear at things,
Bright as a naked sword.