THE GARDEN OF EROS. 
I5 
All the boy’s undulant grace 
To the nymph’s fantastic face ; 
All the maiden’s chaste delight 
To the flushed hermaphrodite ;  
While the balanced strength of man 
Bears its witness unto Pan. 
 
CHRYSIS 
 
Ah, the purple vein that glows 
Through the eyelids as they close !  
Hush !  the breeze that fans the fern 
Bids the midnight moon to turn. 
We must sleep 
Soft and deep : 
We must wake — and bathe — and burn. 
 
The company being asleep, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a 
Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. 
 
HERACLEITUS 
 
Look, my darling, and confess 
Life one flame of loveliness ! 
 
CHRYSIPPUS 
 
Master !  Master !  How fairy fond 
Is yonder maid like a lily-frond !