After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra"

AS when the hunt by holt and field

Drives on with horn and strife,

Hunger of hopeless things pursues

Our spirits throughout life.

The sea's roar fills us aching full

Of objectless desire -

The sea's roar, and the white moon-shine,

And the reddening of the fire.

Who talks to me of reason now?

It would be more delight

To have died in Cleopatra's arms

Than be alive to-night.