BELOW THE MILL DAM
“OUR FATHERS ALSO”By—they are by with mirth and tears,Wit or the works of Desire—Cushioned about on the kindly yearsBetween the wall and the fire.The grapes are pressed, the corn is shocked—Standeth no more to glean;For the Gates of Love and Learning lockedWhen they went out between.All lore our Lady Venus baresSignalled it was or toldBy the dear lips long given to theirsAnd longer to the mould.All Profit, all Device, all TruthWritten it was or saidBy the mighty men of their mighty youth.Which is mighty being dead.The film that floats before their eyesThe Temple’s Veil they call;And the dust that on the Shewbread liesIs holy over all.Warn them of seas that slip our yokeOf slow conspiring stars—The ancient Front of Things unbrokeBut heavy with new wars?By—they are by with mirth and tears.Wit or the waste of Desire—Cushioned about on the kindly yearsBetween the wall and the fire.
By—they are by with mirth and tears,Wit or the works of Desire—Cushioned about on the kindly yearsBetween the wall and the fire.The grapes are pressed, the corn is shocked—Standeth no more to glean;For the Gates of Love and Learning lockedWhen they went out between.All lore our Lady Venus baresSignalled it was or toldBy the dear lips long given to theirsAnd longer to the mould.All Profit, all Device, all TruthWritten it was or saidBy the mighty men of their mighty youth.Which is mighty being dead.The film that floats before their eyesThe Temple’s Veil they call;And the dust that on the Shewbread liesIs holy over all.Warn them of seas that slip our yokeOf slow conspiring stars—The ancient Front of Things unbrokeBut heavy with new wars?By—they are by with mirth and tears.Wit or the waste of Desire—Cushioned about on the kindly yearsBetween the wall and the fire.