1910 · CLOSE READING
The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 60
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THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA
Wherefore reborn as I am
By a stream profane and foul,
In the reign of a Tortured Lamb,
In the realm of a sexless Owl,
I am set apart from the rest
By meed of the mystic rune
That reads in peril and pest
The ambrosial moonthe moon !
For under the tawny star
That shines in the Bull above
I can rein the riotous car
Of galloping, galloping Love ;
And straight to the steady ray
Of the Lion-heart Lord I career,
Pointing my flaming way
With the spasm of night for a spear !
O moon ! O secret sweet !
Chalcedony clouds of caresses
About the flame of our feet,
The night of our terrible tresses !
It is a wonder, then
If the people are mad with blindness,
And nothing is stranger to men
Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness ?
Nay ! let him fashion an arrow
Whose heart is sober and stout !
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