Weep then, weep Writhing, twisting, superpenetrated.!

I walk in fear of you. When she has put her hand on my secret, darkest

All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little 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