SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



Oh, might overcoming the mighty ! 



Oh, glory departing ! oh, shame ! 

 Oh, altar of false Aphrodite, 



What strength is consumed in thy flame ! 



Strong chest, where her drapery rustles. 



Strong limbs by her black tresses hid ! 

 Not alone by the might of your muscles. 



Yon lion was rent like a kid ! 

 The valour from virtue that sunders, 



Is 'reft of its nobler part ; 

 And Lancelot's arm may work wonders. 



But braver is Galahad's heart. 



Sleep sound on that breast fair and ample ; 



Dull brain, and dim eyes, and deaf ears. 

 Feel not the cold touch on your temple. 



Heed not the faint clash of the shears. 

 It comes ! — with the gleam of the lamps on 



The curtains — that voice — does it jar 

 On thy soul in the night-watch ? Ho! Samson, 



Upon thee the Philistines are. 



