Sonnet II
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways,Between the rivers and the illumined skyWhose fervid depths reverberate from on highFierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze.They mark it inland; blithe and fair of faceHer suitors follow, guessing by the glareBeyond the hilltops in the evening airHow bright the cressets at her portals blaze.On the pure fronts Defeat ere many a dayFalls like the soot and dirt on city-snow;There hopes deferred lie sunk in piteous seams.Her paths are disillusion and decay,With ruins piled and unapparent woe,The graves of Beauty and the wreck of dreams.