Chicago May

24 CHICAGO MAY ‘Oh, never falter! never fail! forget No second of the wonders that are past, Foresee the greater wonders may be yet— ‘Nail Love, the Son of Man, to murder's mast! Let us be something unachieved before, Something intolerable, something new! Who was the fool that preened himself and swore ‘There was no further destiny to do? ‘Why, every thought is a new spasm of sun! Is there a new or old in love? What odds, Since every one of us—yea, every one !— Is beyond doubt the darling of the gods? ‘Why then, let us die young, let us die young! Come, Laylah, I shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is eternal rest— Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are they to a soul ‘Whose insight bafiles the blind blaze of blue With single effort to a single goal? Laylah! 1 charge you by the love, the love ‘That you and I bear to each other, come