and flashed up the hill-side Have done, have done with this shuddering,!

Spread out and known at last, and we are sure Where flames of fierce love tremble

What is the fruit of your womb then, you mother, THESE poems should not be considered separately, as so many single pieces. They are intended as an essential story, or history, or confession, unfolding one from the other in organic development, the whole revealing the intrinsic experience of a man during the crisis of manhood, when he marries and comes into himself. The period covered is, roughly, the sixth lustre of a man's life And when I lift my face, it is a flame that goes up