XXVI. DIVINATION.
XXVII. SUB-CONSCIOUSNESS.
XXVIII. SATIETY.
XXIX. THE CONFESSION (1).
XXX. THE CONFESSION (2).
XXXI. COMRADES.
XXXII. THE SUM OF THINGS.
XXXIII. REACTION.
XXXIV. THE IDEALIST.
XXXV. WOMAN AND VISION.
XXXVI. ART AND WOMEN.
XXXVII. DESTINY.
XXXVIII. CONFLICT.
XXXIX. PREDECESSORS.
XL. TRANSITION.
XLI. THE VIRTUE OF PRIDE.
XLII. SPELL-BOUND.
XLIII. THE NIGHT OBSCURE OF THE SOUL.
XLIV. THE CONQUEST OF IMMORTALITY.
XLV. WOMEN OF TANAGRA.
XLVI. THE INVENTORY.
XLVII. COMFORT (1).
XLVIII. COMFORT (2).
XLIX. THE CHANGE.
L. AT THE END.
LI. THE SOUL OF AGE.
LII. HYPNEROTOMACHIA.
LIII. THE REVOLT.
LIV. AFTER MANY YEARS.
LV. TREASURE.
LVI. THE SOUL TO THE BODY.
LVII. THE IRONIST.
LVIII. IN VAIN.
LIX. RESERVATIONS.
LX. THE NEW LOVE.
LXI. THE WAYS OF LOVE.
THE EPILOGUE OF THE DREAMING WOMEN.

THE PROLOGUE OF THE DREAMING WOMEN

We carry spices to the gods.
For this are we wrought curiously,
All vain-desire and reverie,
To carry spices to the gods.

We carry spices to the gods.
Sacred and soft as lotos-flowers
Are those long languorous hands of ours
That carry spices to the gods.

We know their roses and their rods,
Having in pale spring-orchards seen
Their cruel eyes, and in the green
Strange twilights having met the gods.

Sometimes we tire. Upon the sods
We set the great enamels by,
Wherein the occult odours lie,
And play with children on the sods.

Yet soon we take, O jealous gods,
Those gracious caskets once again,
Storied with oracles of pain,
That keep the spices for the gods.

We carry spices to the gods.
Like sumptuous cold chalcedony
Our weary breasts and hands must be
To carry spices to the gods.

I

THE PRELUDE

Thou sayest, "_O pure Palace of my Pleasures,
O Doors of Ivory, let the King come in.
With silver lamps before him, and with measures
Of low lute-music let him come. Begin,
Ye suppliant lilies and ye frail white roses,
Imploring sweetnesses of hands and eyes,
To let Love through to the most secret closes
Of all his flowery Court of Paradise_." . . .
Sunder the jealous gates. Thine ivory Castle
Is hung with scarlet, is the Convent of Pain.
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