THE RED STAR. 
51 
Of lust and ugliness and gold,  
The rank goats of the whorish mire.  
So falls their flame to that decayed  
Glow of wet rot in the wintry wood.  
Ay !  from this star disaster-rayed  
A very wormwood draught is brewed :  
The light of life shall shrink dismayed  
At the dawn of prostitute and prude ;  
And the pagan glory fade  
From the brows of womanhood. 
 
IST SATYR 
 
But the boy shall thrust the maid  
From the sunlight to the shade.  
He shall make her passion good. 
 
2ND SATYR 
 
Nay !  for all the world-decay  
Rots from sapphirine to grey. 
All the leprous lichen clings  
Round the comeliness of things.  
Brothers !  sisters !  fauns and elves !  
Dryads !  Oreads !  Undines !  
Fairies, let us hide ourselves