Sonnet II

 Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, 
Between the rivers and the illumined sky 
Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high 
Fierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze.
 
They mark it inland; blithe and fair of face 
Her suitors follow, guessing by the glare 
Beyond the hilltops in the evening air 
How bright the cressets at her portals blaze.
 
On the pure fronts Defeat ere many a day 
Falls 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.

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