O sunlike Liberty, with eyes of flame, Mother and maid, immortal, man's delight! Fairest and first art thou in name and fame And none shall rob thee of thy vested right....
Again, O Love! again I make lament, And, Arab-like, I pitch my summer-tent Outside the gateways of the Lord of Song. I weep and wait, contented all day long...
O Lady Moon, elect of all the spheres To be the guardian of the ocean-tides, I charge thee, say, by all thy hopes and fears, And by thy face, the oracle of brides,...
O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life! Mine and not mine, a being of the sky Turn'd into Woman, and I know not why - Is't well, bethink thee, to maintain a strife...