Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/78

Rh That song the youth ever pursued In the track of her footing fleet. For men to be profited much By her day upon earth did he sing: Of her voice, and her steps, and her touch On the blossoms of tender Spring, Immortal: and how in her soul She is with them, and tearless abides, Folding grain of a love for one goal In patience, past flowing of tides. And if unto him she was tears, He wept not: he wasted within: Seeming sane in the song, to his peers, Only crazed where the cravings begin. Our Lady of Gifts prized he less Than her issue in darkness: the dim Lost Skiágeneia's caress Of our earth made it richest for him. And for that was a curse on him raised,