Now is she gowned completely, her face won

To a flush. Look how the sun

Shines hot and how the creeper, loosed, doth strain

To hit the heated pane!

She is all white, all she's awaiting him.

Her eyes are bright and dim.

Her hands are cold, her lips are dry, her heart

Pants like a pursued hart.

X

Now is she issued. List how all speech pines

Then bursts into a wave of speech again!

Now is she issued out to where the guests

Look on her daring not to look at them.

The hot sun outside shines.

A sweaty oiliness of hot life rests

On the day's face this hour.

A mad joy's pent in each warm thing's hushed power.

XI

Hang with festoons and wreaths and coronals

The corridors and halls!

 Prev. P 9/21 next