The Winged Beetle

2 ROSA COELI And azure abyss that blows ; Only the one sun on the steppéd snows ; Only the one star of the sister seven ; Only the one moon in the orchard close In the one hour that unto love is given Of all the hours of bliss ; Only the one joy in a world of woes ; Only the one spark in the storm-cloud riven ; Only the one shaft through the rose-dawn driven, Thy shaft, Eros ! Not as Apollo or as Artemis Loosing gray death from golden thong To slay the poet in a song, The lover in a kiss ; But to divide the inmost marrow With that ensanguine arrow ; But to unite each bleeding part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagle’s wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of naught. II Rose of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phastastical embrace,