E .
N . da
C. Andrade .
A
gleaming
edge
to
sunder
truth
from
lies,
To
cleave
white
love
and
wantonness
apart,
An
edge
against
the
banded
infamies
That throng
the
road , and
powerful
through
the mart
To
pass
unstained ,
a splendour
through
the dust,
A
sword
to
lay
across
the throat
of
lust,
To make
the liars
fear
to
tell
their
lies .
- Oh , you are fair , my
love , and keen
your
kiss ,
Who shall avail
to make
your
glories
his,
Who
wed
with
you , my sword -like
Thoralis ?
DIANA
IN
THE
OPEN .
As the
strong
sun that leaps upon
the
sea,
She
runs amid
the waving
grass
.
Beware
!
The
flashing
strands
of
her tumultuous
hair
Will
bind
you
to
her
track
eternally
.
Her
young
,
smooth
arms
,
her waist
and
bosom
free
,
Her
shining
shoulders
,
beautiful
and bare
,
Her
dabbled
ankles
dazzle
those who
dare
To
gaze
too
long
.
They
follow
hastily
.
A
perilous
quest
!
Oh
,
whosoever
follow
Swift
,
pure
Diana
's
star
,
a
harbinger
By
hill
and
heath
,
through
stream
and mossy
hollow
,
Must
too
be
pure
.
Swift
torment fell
on
him
Who
,
breaking
on
her bathing
at
the brim
Of
some
cool
streamlet
,
lusted
after her
.