Afternoon

<SPAN name="X"></SPAN>X<br/> <br/> <br/> All faith lies at the bottom of our love,<br/> Joining an ardent thought to everything:<br/> The faint awakening blossom, or above<br/> Downward the drift of petals from a rose;<br/> The flight of bird on dark or sun-lit wing;<br/> A nest half-falling from a roof that knows<br/> Much of the wind's harsh manner&mdash;here is scope&mdash;<br/> And in the flowery heart where insects cling,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For fear, and all of hope.</span><br/> <br/> What matters it if reason with its snows<br/> Falls chilling on such poignant ecstasy?<br/> Let us accept it with a mind that knows<br/> No false, no true, no evil and no good<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">That it may hold prophetically;</span><br/> Let us be happy with our childish eyes,<br/> Be it an evil or triumphant power;<br/> And let us hide from men who are too wise.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />