Fresh from his fastnesses Wholesome and spacious, The north wind, the mad huntsman, Halloos on his white hounds Over the grey, roaring Reaches and ridges, The forest of ocean, The chace of the world. Hark to the peal Of the pack in full cry, As he thongs them before him Swarming voluminous, Weltering, wide-wallowing, Till in a ruining Chaos of energy, Hurled on their quarry, They crash into foam! Old Indefatigable, Time's right-hand man, the sea Laughs as in joy From his millions of wrinkles: Laughs that his destiny, Great with the greatness Of triumphing order, Shows as a dwarf By the strength of his heart And the might of his hands. Master of masters, O maker of heroes, Thunder the brave, Irresistible message:-- 'Life is worth living Through every grain of it From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.' IX 'As like the Woman as you can'-- (_Thus the New Adam was beguiled_)-- 'So shall you touch the Perfect Man'-- (_God in the Garden heard and smiled_). 'Your father perished with his day: 'A clot of passions fierce and blind 'He fought, he slew, he hacked his way: 'Your muscles, Child, must be of mind. 'The Brute that lurks and irks within, 'How, till you have him gagged and bound, 'Escape the foullest form of Sin?' (_God in the Garden laughed and frowned_). 'So vile, so rank, the bestial mood 'In which the race is bid to be, 'It wrecks the Rarer Womanhood: 'Live, therefore, you, for Purity! 'Take for your mate no buxom croup, 'No girl all grace and natural will: 'To make her happy were to stoop 'From light to dark, from Good to Ill. 'Choose one of whom your grosser make'-- (_God in the Garden laughed outright_)-- 'The true refining touch may take 'Till both attain Life's highest height. 'There, equal, purged of soul and sense, 'Beneficent, high-thinking, just, 'Beyond the appeal of Violence, 'Incapable of common Lust, 'In mental Marriage still prevail'-- (_God in the Garden hid His face_)-- 'Till you achieve that Female-Male, 'In Which shall culminate the race. X Midsummer midnight skies, Midsummer midnight influences and airs, The shining sensitive silver of the sea Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn: And all so solemnly still I seem to hear The breathing of Life and Death, The secular Accomplices, Renewing the visible miracle of the world.