Towards democracy
382 * Towards Democracy
Perching so prim, the crested chaffinch warbling, And primrose and celandine, anemone and daisy, Starring the tender herb which lambs already nibble. ]
Month of all-gathering warmth,
Of breathless moments, hotter and hotter growing—
Smiles turned to fire, kisses to fierce earnest—
Of sultry swoons, pauses, and strange suspense
(Clouds and demonic thunder through the blue yault threateningly rolling) ;
Then the delirious up-break—the great fountains of the deep, in Sex, .
Loosened to pouring falling rushing waters ;
Shafts of wild light; and Sky and Earth in one another’s arms
Melted, and all of Heaven spent in streams of love
Towards the Loved one.
LUCIFER
EEST thou me pass—swift with my angels out of heaven propelled—
All stars and lightning in a fluid train?
Seest thou me pass, I say?
His brows, the Lord’s, in heaven are glorious ;
His eyes give light there, fashioning and beholding rapt all forms divine ;
His mighty loins are plunged in night and shadow.