We in your worship battle and dare
And make of our lives a toy and a jape, content
To see the glint of the sun in your hair,
The ringing deep in your pagan spirit blent;
We follow and woo and are fain to wed
For you have all the wealth of the world to dower,—
Though our honour has died where faith lies dead
We barter them both for power, (sad fools!)
We fling them away for power.