Chapter 6 No.6

Now all strange hours and all strange loves are over,

Dreams and desires and sombre songs and sweet,

Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet

Of some pale Titan-woman like a lover,

Such as thy vision here solicited,

Under the shadow of her fair vast head,

The deep division of prodigious breasts,

The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep,

The weight of awful tresses that still keep

The savor and shade of old-world pine-forests

Where the wet hill-winds weep?