Poems, 1914-1919

<h3><SPAN name="PHEDRE" id="PHEDRE"></SPAN>PHÈDRE</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Her</span> gesture is the soaring of a hymn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Her voice has robbed the spoil of Hybla’s bees;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And like the frozen music of a frieze,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Calm, as she moves majestic, every limb.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Clear as a crystal beaker’s sounding rim,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Her heart gives voice to sobbing melodies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And her frame trembles, swept by passion’s breeze,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And sultry clouds her blazing eyes bedim.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A faery caught in her own fatal snare,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A wounded eagle struggling to be free,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whose Kingdom was the snow and the sun’s flame<br/></span> <span class="i0">More queenly than all empresses is she,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Discrowned albeit, defeated and in despair;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The stricken lily puts the rose to shame.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_043" id="page_043"></SPAN>{43}</span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />