By fields of ice and raging floods,
Take the red passion from the gods.
Now Love is red, and Wisdom pale,
But human hearts are faint and frail
Till Love meets Love, and bids it hail.
I see the chasm, yawning dread;
I see the flaming arch o’erhead:
I stake my life upon the red.
This was my daring supplement, which appeared in the “Atlantic Monthly” (Contributors’ Club) for October, 1906.
LA COULEUR