For me, the eldest and the loveliest God, For me and for my equal happiness The woman aches with sweet maternal stress, The slow seed breaks beneath the reeking sod. For me the strong, swift feet of dawn are shod With fire, for me the flowers' frail petals press Fearless and faithful, and warm winds caress The violet sea-ways where of old I trod. For me the long, resounding years return With gradual seasons, and the stately sun Shepherds thro' void infinity his brood; And only thro' my knowledge man may turn, To larger consciousness the soul has won, Leaving his outworn body for my food. |