OF TIME AND THE RIVER

their names are Shakespeare, Spenser, Chaucer, Herrick, Donne, and Herbert.
Their names are Milton (whom fools have called glacial and austere, and who wrote the most tremendous lines of earthly passion and sensuous magic that have ever yet been written), Wordsworth, Browning, Whitman, Keats, and Heine--their names are Job, Ecclesiastes, Homer, and The Song of Solomon.

remarked languidly, using effectively his trick of giving a tired emphasis to certain words which conveyed a kind of sad finality, a weary earnestness to what he said.

O flower of love whose strong lips drink us downward into death, in all things far and fleeting, enchantress of our twenty thousand days, the brain will madden and the heart be twisted, broken by her kiss, but glory, glory, glory, she remains: Immortal love, alone and aching in the wilderness, we cried to you: You were not absent from our loneliness.

but the earth will endure for ever.

The flower of love is living in the wilderness, and the elm-root threads the bones of buried lovers.

The tarantula is crawling through the rotted oak, the adder lisps against the breast, cups fall: