EROS GLITTERING
Love is born as the day over the floods, rising in tides of light, Quenching glitter of stars, gloom of the woods, flowing into the night. Out of delicate dreams, out of a sleep, Love awakens, his eyes Filled with marvellous light as from the deep wells in the wakened skies. Glad is he of the earth, glad of the gems morning strews on the lawn, Trembling on every flower bright diadems: Love, Love too is a dawn!
Ah! but not with a peace, not with a light, cometh he always down Like a swallow in swift beautiful flight! Nay, as swimmers who drown Those who strive with his strength: even as fire fallen out of the skies, Even as lightning hurled, so his desire, bright, and blending the eyes. Glittering through the storm cometh he then, rending all in his path, Thus the implacable lord, master of men, smites his foes in his wrath.