THE GARDEN OF EROS. 
3I 
Coiling and curling 
In maze of æons 
Its vision unfurling 
A pageant of pæans ! 
 
Blessed be Love in his 
Palace of praise 
Whom we follow above in his 
Wonderful ways ! 
Whom we follow above 
To the stars and the snows, 
Immaculate Love ! — 
We adore thee, Eros !  
 
Praise Eros wittily ! 
Praise Eros well ! 
Tripping it prettily 
Down through the dell ! 
Joyous and eager 
Our tresses adorning, 
Away to beleaguer 
The city of morning !