While others are the serious gods of love,
Majestic and intense as life itself,
Mysterious and perplexing as the Sphinx,
Relentless as the furies or as death,
As maddening as poison of the snake,
As soothing as is balm upon a wound,
And sweet as that which passeth understanding.
As sweet as that and sometimes just as bitter.
Such are the statues man, the sculptor, moulds
Of woman—clay.