A Digit Of The Moon

This book is written for Man's ultimate need,

A creed of joy sent down to the aged Earth

From days of happier daring and more mirth

To comfort and console all hearts that bleed.

Here shall ye find how Love, that mastering weed

Of tropic growth and paradisal power,

Sprang in a night and found its fortunate hour

And was fulfilled of glory, flower, fruit, seed,

A wonder to the Forest.--O ye souls

Of men and women, who on Time's whim wait

Nor clutch her hem when Pleasure turns to flee!

Read of these two, who ill content with doles

Rose in their rage and gave assault to Fate

And won their birth--fruit. Read. Nay, dare it ye!