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il's clinic With some dead love up the while." Dead or alive are one with passions, Under the potent knife of Truth They will be seen composed of craving-- And a little ruth. VII "Then the world on a lie is living?" Many a lie has filled its maw! "Better illusion tho than giving Faith to a fatal loveless Law?" There is a certain Socratean Saying that swine of their ditch are sure; Yet do they prove by their contentment That it will endure? VIII Clasp her close! But the truth is in you, Tho you have rhymed and rammed it down, Hid it with honey-words that win you Wreaths that you know bedeck the clown. Kings they will call you and uplifters Of your kind? Lord save the mark, That we are still for fire dependent On so false a spark. IX And so fond! for you hold immortal What has been born a day or two! "But it was destined?" Ay, your portal Only has God to heed--and you! He with his thrice three million thirsting Worlds in the throes of death and life Surely has time to spare for choosing Your behooven wife! X By my faith, there is not a creature Mad as a poet, pants the breeze! Give him a mistress and he'll preach her As creation's Masterpiece. Let him but lean for half an hour Over her lips and he will swear That he would dive thro death unfathomed To regain her there. XI And believe that his oath is able! That there is not in all the sea Water enough to quench the fable Of his soul's intensity. Yet there was never a rose that blossomed And endured beyond its day. There was never a fire enkindled But the great Cold had its way. XII "Pessimist," is your mortal answer, "Wait till the love-wind pierces you!" Wait? I have been the veriest dancer To it, and, dupe still, would do Truth to the death--shall I confess it?-- For but a moment on one breast. Wherefore I add--and Adam bless it!-- Who loves once is like the rest. IN A TROPICAL GARDEN (_Peradeniya, Ceylon_) I The sun moves here as a master-mage of nature all day long, With fingers of heat and light that touch to a mystical growth all things. The spell of him puts pale Time to sleep, as an opiate strange and strong, And a waft of his wand, the wind, enchantment brings. II The python roots of the rubber-tree where the cobra slips in peace Are wonders that he has waved from the earth as a presage of his power. And the giant
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