Replete and radiant with rarest gems,
Perplexing, exciting, soothing, betwitching.
Lucifer! Prometheus! Dionysos! Shelley!
THE SCULPTOR AND THE CLAY
The sculptor, man, in woman mostly sees
The clay of which to model gods of love.
Some, cunning little cupids only are,
The little rascal gods of light flirtation,
Who like the fire-flies on a summer night
Are luminous a moment—and that’s all.