While others are the serious gods of love, Majestic and intense as life itself, Mysterious and perplexing as the Sphinx, Relentless as the furies or as death, As maddening as poison of the snake, As soothing as is balm upon a wound, And sweet as that which passeth understanding. As sweet as that and sometimes just as bitter. Such are the statues man, the sculptor, moulds Of woman--clay. CONTEMPT I spit upon the laws that thieves have made To give the crooked strength to rob the weak. I spit upon a country full of wealth Where millions live in squalor and in want. I spit upon a flag that waves above A nation made of masters and of slaves. I spit upon religions that defend A hell on earth, and preach a life to come. I spit upon all morals that contend That joy of life is not life's highest end. I spit upon the education that Makes pygmies out of what might have been men. Upon this whole damned system do I spit, And while I spit--I weep. WILLIAM MORRIS Dreamer of dreams--dreamer of golden dreams, Explorer of the rainbow-lands of yore, Columbus of Arcadian Continents, Poetic founder of Utopian states. Dreamer of dreams? Dreamer of only dreams? A master worker with the mind and hand Who made the beautiful and useful wed, An alchemist who turned all work to art. Dreamer of dreams? Maker of wondrous things? A knight in mortal combat for a cause, A sower of emancipation's seed, A master builder of a better world. DON JUAN'S SONG From maids yet in their spring-time teens To full blown thirty summer queens, I love them all! From golden blondes and deep brunettes To Titian-locked one ne'er forgets-- I love them all! From fairies frail or plump or slender To women built with queenly splendor, I love them all! From damsels pale and melancholy To matrons gay and widows jolly, I love them all! From maidens unsophisticated To syrens well initiated, I love them all! I love them all! EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE Capital best qualifies the weather That Easter Sunday donned for the occasion And the parade was also capital, It was indeed a capital parade. The gorgeous gowns, the stunning Easter hats Were capital and those hand-made complexions Down to the escorts groomed with perfect style Down to the sermons that the preachers preached In fashionable churches were most capital. Indeed the sight I saw that Easter morn Along Fifth Avenue was capital, Upon the sidewalks silently and slow The grand cortège of capital marched on.