Holy of holies Confessions of an anarchist [by J. E. Barlas] |
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[Love, marry, and be happy in thy home]
Love, marry, and be happy in thy home,For mine is love that asks for no return,
A star content all unobserved to burn
In some remotest coigne of heaven's great dome
Steadfast and still, as spirits having clomb
The sky of fame, their bright eyes seldom turn
From filling with gold ewers the o'erflowing urn
Of gracious gifts given freely, till it foam.
Yet do not marry, for where lives the man
Could for a moment hold the fragile chain
Should bind thy goddess-limbs in vassalage?
I see with quivering lip, and eyes that scan
His human stature with a god's disdain,
Thee rend him piecemeal in a Maenad's rage.
July 25th, 1885.
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