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The Cows of Heaven

Luminous cows, mysterious cows, with inscrutable hides, enter the celestial passage, one after the other, graceful, jingling into the vast stretching emptiness. From comet to comet, planet to planet, space to space, their tails move like hands shooing the bees of falsehood from the honey of the gods.

Cows enter the heavenly passageway,
and from beyond their horns the evening assumes the rites
of thunder and virility.

Song

L OVE'S on the highroad,
Love's in the byroad —
— Love's on the meadow, and Love's in the mart!
And down every byway
Where I've taken my way
— I've met Love a-smiling — for Love's in my heart!

Epitaph, An

A LOVELY young lady I mourn in my rhymes:
She was pleasant, good-natured, and civil sometimes.
Her figure was good: she had very fine eyes,
And her talk was a mixture of foolish and wise.
Her adorers were many, and one of them said,
" She waltzed rather well! It's a pity she's dead! "

Counsel

Love , like Ulysses,
Is a wanderer,
For new fields always
And new faces yearning. . . .
Put by, O waiting ones,
Put by your weaving,
Unlike Ulysses,
Love is unreturning.