James Elroy Flecker

“ For the drunken Earth spins softly afloat down there,
And the stars burn low, and the sky is sapphirine,
And the little winds of Space are in our hair!
⁠The little winds of Space
⁠Blow in the Love-god's face,
The only God that lacks not praise and prayer;
⁠Who sole preserves his power
⁠While dynasties devour
Temples and shrines and stones without repair. ”

“ Square heads that leer and lust, and lizard shapes that crawl.
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The astral light grows dim upon the dales,
As he who loved the sinner and the child,
Before whose beauty still the tyrant quails
Comes by alone, a quiet man and mild. ”