Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/36

Rh Brainlessly unrecognised; She being Spirit in her clods, Footway to the God of Gods. Then for you are pleasures pure, Sureties as the stars are sure: Not the wanton beckoning flags Which, of flattery and delight, Wax to the grim Habit-Hags Riding souls of men to night: Pleasures that through blood run sane, Quickening spirit from the brain. Each of each in sequent birth, Blood and brain and spirit, three (Say the deepest gnomes of Earth), Join for true felicity. Are they parted, then expect Some one sailing will be wrecked: Separate hunting are they sped, Scan the morsel coveted.