Breasts that a sighing world inspire,
And laughter-dimpled countenance
Where soul and senses caught desire!
IV.
Ever invoking fire from Heaven, the fire
Has grasped her, unconsumeable, but framed
For all the ecstasies of suffering dire.
Mother of Pride, her sanctuary shamed:
Mother of Delicacy, and made a mark
For outrage: Mother of Luxury, stripped stark: