The World’s Tragedy

THE RED STAR. 4I Of sun and rain. Arise ! The red gleam in thine eyes ! Up, up and slay ! 2ND SATYR Fair child, Laugh thou ; God honours thee (Look ! then, methinks, he smiled !) To condescend to bless That unripe loveliness. The acid of thine immaturity Shall be a sharpness in his mouth Cloyed with too clinging sweet Of the full-bosomed South. IST SATYR Beside those rose-fair feet Dimpled with fairy kisses There’s no bright-tinted bird In all the blue abysses Worth even a plumeless word. THE CHILD I do not like this place.