Part 2 (2/2)

At last aroused, he stepped to land Like some Columbus They laid hand On lands and fruits, and rested there

XXI

He found all fairer than fair ainst the sun, And full-grown sudden May is born

He found her taller than tall corn Tiptoe in tassel; found her sweet As vale where bees of Hybla meet

An unblown rose, an unread book; A wonder in her wondrous eyes; A large, religious, steadfast look Of faith, of trust,--the look of one Neelcomed in her Paradise

He read this book,--read on and on Froe to colophon: As in cool woods, soht in soe to colophon

XXII

And as he that rested there,-- This Hercules, so huge, so rare, This giant of a grander day, This Theseus of a nobler Greece, This Jason of the golden fleece?

And as he? And ere they That ca hallowed from the pirate's hold?

I do not know You need not care

They loved, this maiden and this man, And that is all I surely know,-- The rest is as the winds that blow

He bowed as brave men bow to fate, Yet proud and resolute and bold; She, coy at first, and htened at this love that ran Hard gallop till her hot heart beat Like sounding of swift courser's feet

XXIII

Two strong streaether surely as the sun Succeeds the n?

Love is, love was, shall be again

Like death, inevitable it is; Perchance, like death, the dawn of bliss

Let us, then, love the perfect day, The twelve o'clock of life, and stop The two hands pointing to the top, And hold thee is love! The walks By wooded ways; the silent talks Beneath the broad and fragrant bough

The dark deep wood, the dense black dell, Where scarce a single gold beam fell From out the sun

They rested now On mossy trunk They wandered then Where never fell the feet of er walks, then deeper woods, Then sweeter talks, sufficient sweet, In denser, deeper solitudes,-- Dear careless ways for careless feet; Sweet talks of paradise for two, And only two, to watch or woo

She rarely spake All seeht but waiting for the day, When she ht see his face, and deem This man, with all his perils passed, Had found the Lotus-land at last

XXV

The year waxed fervid, and the sun Fell central down The forest lay A-quiver in the heat The sea Below the steep bank seeray and rock-built isles That broke the molten watery miles Where lonesorily