Escape From The Power Of

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.