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.