Of that ideal you worshiped all your life?
It is the atavistic voice that’s waking,
The dormant beast in you. Beware! Beware!
TO ONE WHO COULD NOT LOVE
I
You told me that you love the water,
The cascades’ roaring, rushing water,
The rivers’ gently flowing water,
The pools’ mysterious silent water,
The erring brooklets’ whisp’ring water,