THE RED STAR. 
4I 
Of sun and rain.  Arise !  
The red gleam in thine eyes !  
Up, up and slay ! 
 
2ND SATYR 
 
Fair child, 
Laugh thou ;  God honours thee 
(Look !  then, methinks, he smiled !) 
To condescend to bless 
That unripe loveliness. 
The acid of thine immaturity 
Shall be a sharpness in his mouth  
Cloyed with too clinging sweet  
Of the full-bosomed South. 
 
IST SATYR 
 
Beside those rose-fair feet  
Dimpled with fairy kisses  
There’s no bright-tinted bird  
In all the blue abysses  
Worth even a plumeless word. 
 
THE CHILD 
 
I do not like this place.