mad dolphins, dance the Seas,--
My watery palace-halls are deep and wide,
And Earth hath quaffed mine emerald wine whose lees
Shall make her shores teem fertile. O'er my tide,
The ermine of my surges and the flags
And mews lie dense, and pearls sleep in my breast.
The coral burns upon my darkest crags,
And the slow, mountant atoll knows no rest.
My leman fair, the charmed Moon, bends low
To draw me with her webs of mute desire,
And lo! beyond her magic empires glow
Pale fires of sunrise and red sunset fire!

SONG OF EARTH THE ELEMENT

Earth, the Element, mute, impassive, primal, lies shaped to
valley, plain and peak. Enwombed in her, the ancient vast
fertility lives on.

Her veins are charged with promise and birth, exhaustless
quickenings of her eager flesh. She drinks from rocky bowls
where lakes lie spread, from twining rivers and living streams.

She pours her virgin vigour through fields no plow has riven.
In darkness granite-ribbed, she prisons her mineral hoards.

She lies as a garment upon the Mother-sphere; her feet trespass
on Ocean.

Her heart is fretted with Fire, her flanks by the Seas, her
brows by Sun and Wind.

In patience and sweet sufferance she lies, substance, nurse
and genetrix of Life.

Her Song is heard, a mutter of music, low yet coalescent in
slow estrangement from her lips.

I WAKE again!--O dauntless peaks that stand,
Watch-towers to all the Heavens--O vales that lie,--
See where I rise or stretch, the lusty land
Checks Seas and winnows Winds and frets the sky.
Deep in my vaulted heart and womb of fire,
And in the domes and chambers of my breasts,
The seeds of Life glow teeming--O Sun-king, sire!
Arch-quickener of Existence, gild these crests;--
Scatter thy warmth till harvest clothe these plains,
And I shall broider me in bridal dreams,
Yea, light my feast with blazonry, my veins
Leap like my crystal and tellurian streams.
In me bright blooms and golden fruitage blown
Shall mark where errant, immortal summers creep,
And man that is flesh of me, in every zone
Build jewelled towns where quick and dead shall sleep.
O fixed and faithful through the seasons round,
The throne of Earth, her sceptre and her loom,
Are mine, with mute, maternal glory crowned,
In me all Life shall flower, all Death re-bloom!

Child of the Sun, unmastered and insurgent pulse of Life; breath
of the empyrean, seraph winged with ardou