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 To propagate leviathan and serve The toad's eternity,—and only fine Because he chose, and chose to misdivine.

Man is immortal, for his flesh is earth, And save he lives forever—why, he dies: Woman is mortal, for her flesh will rise In each new generation of her birth. She is the tree; we are the feverish Vain leaves that gild her summer with our own, And fall and rot when summer's overblown, And wish eternity and have—our wish.

And man, immortal, marries his own dreams Of immortality in flesh and blood, And mortal woman, wiser than she seems, Marries her man for evil or for good,—