Classic Poem

I .

Through woman still the eternal God-power pours
 Its wealth of passion and its glory of form
 God's breast is in the white breast, sweet and warm,
And subtle flower-scents from far heavenly shores
That who inhales in rapturous trance adores.
 The impassioned sense of “conjugal repose”
 God only, being perfect sex-God, knows
And gives to man from his exhaustless stores.

Dim-seen religions of ancestral lands
 Erring, it may be, none the less were nearer
  In this to God's heart, and the truth proclaimed
 With vision larger and with voice far clearer:
God's own Bride's soft touch thrills through woman's hands
  And through her eyes the deathless glance has flamed

II .

Man, over-coarse and gross of heart and head,
 Can only lust, or love with slight thin flame.
 He knows not that all blossoms' fragrance came,
Yea, every scent of rose of white or red
Or tender breath of lily's gold-crowned head,
 Straight from the bloom of God's own Bride. Oh, shame
 On creeds that mock at woman's love, and claim
Life, when they grope amid their countless dead.

This is the message that has yet to come
 Flinging new light across the sea and land,
The fragrant gospel hidden in woman's bloom;
 The blossom-perfumed message of her hand
Sent forth by God to open every tomb
 For him who hath the soul to understand.