If The Gods Do Evil

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Your Very Silence Shows You Agree.

Gods Should Not Resemble Men In Their Anger!

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.