Are you pleased with what's in store? You have fingered all my treasures, Have you not, most curiously, Handled all my tools and measures And masculine machinery? Over every single beauty You have had your little rapture; You have slain, as was your duty, Every sin-mouse you could capture. Still you are not satisfied, Still you tremble faint reproach; Challenge me I keep aside Secrets that you may not broach. Maybe yes, and maybe no, Maybe there are secret places, Altars barbarous below, Elsewhere halls of high disgraces. Maybe yes, and maybe no, You may have it as you please, Since I choose to keep you so, Suppliant on your curious knees.  

 CONTENTS 

  THE WILD COMMON  

  STUDY  

  DISCORD IN CHILDHOOD  

  VIRGIN YOUTH  

  MONOLOGUE OF A MOTHER  

  IN A BOAT  

  WEEK-NIGHT SERVICE  

  IRONY  

  DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT  

  DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT  

  A WINTER'S TALE  

  EPILOGUE  

  A BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT  

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