LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. ‘¥97
She will remain, unshaken yet
By storm and sun ;
She will remain, when years forget
That fierier one.
A race of clean strong men shall spring
From her pure life.
Men shall be happy; bards shall sing
The English wife.
And thou, forget thou that my mouth
‘Has ever clung |
To flame of hell ; that of the south
The songs I sung.
Forget that I have trampled flowers,
And worn the crown
Of thorns of roses in the hours
So long dropped down.
Forget, O white-faced maid, that I
Have dallied long
In classic bowers and mystery
Of classic song.
Eros and Aphrodite now
I can forget,
Placing upon thy maiden brow
Love’s coronet.