This delicate mask drawn tight across a soul!
A Goddess—Ultima Thule in her eye;
For the sad wisdom of its steady gaze,
Fixed on far, wintry fields and frozen ways,
Goes out to larger things than you or I:
The Titan-sap makes gods of the spring hours,
And Earth renews its children and its flowers!
THE FLOWER’S WAY
I have stood long in the night
Under a star;