XXI

Since we have sundered been by broken vow Of faith and trust—the fault was mine, O Heart— Much have I learned of Woman and the part She plays in shaking from the laden bow Life's blossoms; all that has been, and is now, And ever shall be: Science, Music, Art, Religion, these, as from a fountain start The rivers, have been hers—Man to endow.

So must I, wounded in the valley, call To you, alone upon the morning-height: Praise and thanksgiving for the throw and fall! Vanquished by you, I shall rise up and fight Him armed with trident and the subtle mesh— Mankind's most ancient enemy, the Flesh!