The gods despise enforced offerings

Hark, below, the many-voiced earth, The chanting of the old religious trees, Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds Of small and multitudinous lives awake, Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy, Uttering their meaning to the mystic …

Time softly there Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.

Bring me your children hither. … Unto this twain, man-child and womanchild, I give the passion of this element; This seed of longing, substance of this love; This power, this purity, this annihilation.

Passion is power, And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.

"My dear little daughter," said he, "you cannot be so glad to come back as my arms and my heart will be to receive you."

"And when we die, All’s over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I —"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are earth’s best, that learnt her lesson here, Life is our cry. We have kept the …