That fiercely fawn after the going wind;
But not as the wind, shaking off the foam
Of the pursuing lust of the moaning waves,
And over the clamour of the evil seas’
Monstrous word running lightly, unhurt. 
They fawn upon me, all the lusts of the world,
Bewildering my steps with straining close,
And breathe their horrible spittle against me. 
Passions cry round me with the yelling cry
Of dogs chained and starving and smelling blood. 
Yea, for through me the world becomes a den
Of insane greed.  In helpless beauty I stand
Alone in the midst of dreadful adoration;
And, round me thronged, the fawning, fawning lusts
Open their throats upon me and whine and lick
My feet with dripping tongues, or gaze to pant
Hot hunger in my face.  For I am made
To set their hearts grim to possess my life,
And with an anger of love devour my beauty;
And yet to seal up in their mastered hearts
The rage, and bring them in croucht worship down
Before me, bent with impotent desire. 
A quiet place the world was ere I came
A strife, a dream of fire, into its sleep;
And with their senses ended men’s delights. 
But I struck through their senses burning news
Of impossible endless things, and mixt
Wild lightning into their room of darkness.—­Then
Agony, and a craving for delight
Escaping sensual grasp, began in men;
And the agony was poison in the health
Of sweet desire.—­The joy of me men tried
To compass with strange frenzy and desire
Made new with cunning.  But still at my feet
The lusts they tarr on me crouch down and fawn
And snarl to be so fearful of their prey. 
I see men’s faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms twitching to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends. 
And through the world the fawning, fawning lusts
Hound me with worship of a ravenous yearning: 
And I am weary of maddening men with beauty.

The Second Vision:  Sappho.  Into how fair a fortune hath man’s life Fallen out of the darkness!—­This bright earth Maketh my heart to falter; yea, my spirit Bends and bows down in the delight of vision, Caught by the force of beauty, swayed about Like seaweed moved by the deep winds of water:  For it is all the news of love to me.  Through paths pine-fragrant, where the shaded ground Is strewn with fruits of scarlet husk, I come, As if through maidenhood’s uncertainty,
Its darkness coloured with strange untried thoughts;
Hither I come, here to the flowery peak
Of this white cliff, high up in golden air,
Where glowing earth and sea and divine light
Are in mine eyes like ardour, and like love
Are in my soul:  love’s glowing gentleness,
The sunny grass of meadows and the trees,
Towers of dark green flame, and that white town