Age was carved with odd
Slaves, and priests that slew them—
God and Beast;
Man and Beast and God—
There she sat and drew them,
King and Priest!
There she sat and drew
Many a monstrous head
And antique;
Horrors from Peru,
Huacas doubly dead,
Dead cacique!
Ere Pizarro came
These were lords of men
Long ago;
Gods without a name,
Born or how or when,
None may know!
Now from Yucatan
These doth Science bear
Over seas;
And methinks a man
Finds youth doubly fair,
Sketching these!
ON CALAIS SANDS
On Calais Sands the grey began,
Then rosy red above the grey,
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leap’d, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands!