Towards democracy
384 Lowards Democracy
The glory of the human form, even faintly outlined under the trees or by the shore, convulses it With far reminiscences;
(Yet strong and solid the sea-banks, not lichtly to be ©
overpassed ;)
Till may-be to the touch, to the approach, to the incantation of the eyes of one,
It burst forth, uncontrollable.
O wonderful Ocean of Sex,
Ocean of millions and millions of tiny seed-like human forms contained (if they be truly contained) within each person,
Mirror of the véry universe,
Sacred temple and innermost shrine of each body,
Océar-river flowing ever on through the great trunk and branches of Humanity,
From which after all the individual only springs like a Jeaf-bud !
Ocean which we so wonderfully contain (if indeed we do contain thee), and yet who coiitainest tis!
Sometimes when I feel and know thee within, and identify myself with thee,
Do I understand that I also am of the dateless brood of Heaven and Eternity.