O Life, how naked and how hard when known!
III.
Life said, As thou hast carved me, such am I.
Then memory, like the nightjar on the pine,
And sightless hope, a woodlark in night sky,
Joined notes of Death and Life till night’s decline:
Of Death, of Life, those inwound notes are mine.
THE DAY OF THE DAUGHTER OF HADES.
I.