I.
Or shall we run with Artemis
Or yield the breast to Aphrodite?
Both are mighty;
Both give bliss;
Each can torture if divided;
Each claims worship undivided,
In her wake would have us wallow.
II.
Youth must offer on bent knees
Homage unto one or other;
Earth, the mother,
This decrees;
And unto the pallid Scyther
Either points us shun we either
Shun or too devoutly follow.
More verses by George Meredith
- The Night-Walk
- The Empty Purse--A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son
- Ask, Is Love Divine
- The Flower Of The Ruins
- A Preaching From A Spanish Ballad