FRET Truth into false flinders

And-rend time moment-meal,

Leave on Love's altar cinders,

—Let no bells peal.

Moider the sage and the wizard,

Be fleering-fain to trace

As A leads on to izzard

So fair to base.

Now in no darn full acre

Is manhood leasing-loath;

Wealth guards the craven breaker

Of yester-oath.

O moon, draw the waters over

Atlantean fields :

Let some star, some aeon-rover

Be the egg that yields

Singers of truth who mingle

All beauty in one cry,-—

A wingway where Love's single

Phoenix shall fly.