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Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice_

THE dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship-- This, all this beauty blooming, This, all this freshness fuming, Give God while worth consuming.

Both thought and thew now bolder And told by Nature: Tower; Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder That beat and breathe in power-- This pride of prime's enjoyment Take as for tool, not toy meant And hold at Christ's employment.

The vault and scope and schooling And mastery in the mind, In silk-ash kept from cooling, And ripest under rind-- What life half lifts the latch of, What hell stalks towards the snatch of, Your offering, with despatch, of!

_25 Andromeda_

Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both horns of shore, Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon's food. Time past she has been attempted and pursued By many blows and banes; but now hears roar A wilder beast from West than all were, more Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd.

Her Perseus linger and leave her to her extremes?-- Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems, All while her patience, morselled into pangs, Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams, With Gorgon's gear and barebill, thongs and fangs.