Alice: An Adultery

THE THIRTY-NINTH DAY “ Had I not eyes but ears, my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible.” Venus and Adonis. Note from this day no possible event. All secrets told, and all desires fulfilled, Primitive passion of our soul have killed. We dwell within a calmer element Perfectly pure and perfectly content. The subtler splendour of our love has stilled Those sombre glories that it never meant, Those giant meanings that it never meant. Fire only is our substance ; there we dwell, The Salamandrine with the Salamander. No fuel to crack, no water to make tunes, No air to blow us hither and thither ; well ! At our own will through cosmic space we wander Alive, the sun’s beam mixing with the moon’s. 80