Civilization
NORTHWARD, and Northward, Northward still she flees,
With limbs that flash to every king’s desire;
And one shall follow her with pipe and lyre,
And one with spoils of hundred-harbored seas.
And each in turn shall overtake, and please,
And cosset her an hour, until she tire,
Break loose and run, by roadways tracked with fire,
Tombs populous and shattered palaces.
With limbs that flash to every king’s desire;
And one shall follow her with pipe and lyre,
And one with spoils of hundred-harbored seas.
And each in turn shall overtake, and please,
And cosset her an hour, until she tire,
Break loose and run, by roadways tracked with fire,
Tombs populous and shattered palaces.
Between the suings of the Sun and Wind,
Whose kings in each truced hour of breathing-space
Are fain to woo, —brown Khem and jeweled Sindh,
Blithe Graikos and glut Rome, she prays the cold
In easement of her blood; wherefore her face
Is turned forever from those lemans old.
Whose kings in each truced hour of breathing-space
Are fain to woo, —brown Khem and jeweled Sindh,
Blithe Graikos and glut Rome, she prays the cold
In easement of her blood; wherefore her face
Is turned forever from those lemans old.