Beauty and Hate

  I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine;
  Led out by a laughing wind on a tumbling sea,
  On crags amid clouds, in cups that allure the bee,
  And deep in the gem-lit gloom of the tortuous mine,
  And on widespread wings where the great worlds dance and shine
  I have sought by the golden light; but have bent the knee
  At last where you lie, a humble goddess and free,
  Naked and flushed in the warmth of a crimson shrine.
  The hordes of hate have trampled your blooms in mire,
  And cackle and roar as their mockery priests blaspheme,
  And sing the marching hymn of a wingless might.
  They forge their god in the heat of unholy fire
  The squat strong incubus born of an evil dream;
  And it shrinks and crumbles away in the golden light.