link;
     ’Tis your come and go of breath;
     Mirrored pants the Life, the Death;
     Each of either reaped and sown: 
     Rosiest rosy wanes to crone. 
     See you so? your senses drift;
     ’Tis a shuttle weaving swift. 
     Look with spirit past the sense,
     Spirit shines in permanence. 
     That is She, the view of whom
     Is the dust within the tomb,
     Is the inner blush above,
     Look to loathe, or look to love;
     Think her Lump, or know her Flame;
     Dread her scourge, or read her aim;
     Shoot your hungers from their nerve;
     Or, in her example, serve. 
     Some have found her sitting grave;
     Laughing, some; or, browed with sweat,
     Hurling dust of fool and knave
     In a hissing smithy’s jet. 
     More it were not well to speak;
     Burn to see, you need but seek. 
     Once beheld she gives the key
     Airing every doorway, she. 
     Little can you stop or steer
     Ere of her you are the seer. 
     On the surface she will witch,
     Rendering Beauty yours, but gaze
     Under, and the soul is rich
     Past computing, past amaze. 
     Then is courage that endures
     Even her awful tremble yours. 
     Then, the reflex of that Fount
     Spied below, will Reason mount
     Lordly and a quenchless force,
     Lighting Pain to its mad source,
     Scaring Fear till Fear escapes,
     Shot through all its phantom shapes. 
     Then your spirit will perceive
     Fleshly seed of fleshly sins;
     Where the passions interweave,
     How the serpent tangle spins
     Of the sense of Earth misprised,
     Brainlessly unrecognized;
     She being Spirit in her clods,
     Footway to the God of Gods. 
     Then for you are pleasures pure,
     Sureties as the stars are sure: 
     Not the wanton beckoning flags
     Which, of flattery and delight,
     Wax to the grim Habit-Hags
     Riding souls of men to night: 
     Pleasures that through blood run sane,
     Quickening spirit from the brain. 
     Each of each in sequent birth,
     Blood and brain and spirit, three,
     (Say the deepest gnomes of Earth),
     Join for true felicity. 
     Are they parted, then expect
     Some one sailing will be wrecked: 
     Separate hunting are they sped,
     Scan the morsel coveted. 
     Earth that Triad is:  she hides
     Joy from him who that divides;
     Showers it when the three are one
     Glassing her in union. 
     Earth your haven, Earth your helm,
     You command a double realm;
     Labouring here to pay your debt,
     Till your little sun shall set;
     Leaving her the future task: 
     Loving her too well to ask. 
     Eglantine that climbs the yew,
     She her darkest wreathes for those