E. R. DODDS(UNIVERSITY)MEASUREI thinkwe are made the prisoners of the sun,Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,Lest life should grow intenseTo burn up senseAnd lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sentSwift on the wildness of the day's mad endingLest the delight of fireConsume desireAnd in Love's spending Love itself be spent.I believe the rain-soft autumn has its taskTo curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,For fear too strong a feverShould quite disseverThe invisible murmur from the coloured mask.This is the sun's wisdom: that change and restAnd change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,In check and counterpoiseContain all joysLest the one treasure perish, being possessed.
E. R. DODDS(UNIVERSITY)
E. R. DODDS(UNIVERSITY)
I thinkwe are made the prisoners of the sun,Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,Lest life should grow intenseTo burn up senseAnd lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sentSwift on the wildness of the day's mad endingLest the delight of fireConsume desireAnd in Love's spending Love itself be spent.I believe the rain-soft autumn has its taskTo curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,For fear too strong a feverShould quite disseverThe invisible murmur from the coloured mask.This is the sun's wisdom: that change and restAnd change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,In check and counterpoiseContain all joysLest the one treasure perish, being possessed.
I thinkwe are made the prisoners of the sun,Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,Lest life should grow intenseTo burn up senseAnd lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sentSwift on the wildness of the day's mad endingLest the delight of fireConsume desireAnd in Love's spending Love itself be spent.I believe the rain-soft autumn has its taskTo curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,For fear too strong a feverShould quite disseverThe invisible murmur from the coloured mask.This is the sun's wisdom: that change and restAnd change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,In check and counterpoiseContain all joysLest the one treasure perish, being possessed.
I thinkwe are made the prisoners of the sun,Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,Lest life should grow intenseTo burn up senseAnd lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.
I thinkwe are made the prisoners of the sun,
Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,
Lest life should grow intense
To burn up sense
And lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.
I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sentSwift on the wildness of the day's mad endingLest the delight of fireConsume desireAnd in Love's spending Love itself be spent.
I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sent
Swift on the wildness of the day's mad ending
Lest the delight of fire
Consume desire
And in Love's spending Love itself be spent.
I believe the rain-soft autumn has its taskTo curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,For fear too strong a feverShould quite disseverThe invisible murmur from the coloured mask.
I believe the rain-soft autumn has its task
To curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,
For fear too strong a fever
Should quite dissever
The invisible murmur from the coloured mask.
This is the sun's wisdom: that change and restAnd change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,In check and counterpoiseContain all joysLest the one treasure perish, being possessed.
This is the sun's wisdom: that change and rest
And change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,
In check and counterpoise
Contain all joys
Lest the one treasure perish, being possessed.