Clouds Without Water

XII How the yahoos will rage and rave about Our sloughs! ’ Appalling double suicide ! " 'Osrible detiles '. In the world without We never yet consented to abide. What should we care, within this cave of bliss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we have strayed -— O never yetsodeep ! —— 128 — XIII Lola, dear Lola, how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, our voice must also fail in this ; Our symbols are but shadows in the sun; Love’s self springs from the shadow of the kiss; Our bliss! O, that was hardly half begun ! We fight the Fate as we have fought the foemen. The poison takes us. — Xatoste vindiev. — 129 —— 0