An Epithaliamium So Man, grown vigorous now,Holds himself ripe to breed,Daily devises howTo ejaculate his seedAnd boldly fertilizeThe black womb of the unconsenting skies. Some now alive expect(I am told)…

Lead us, Evolution, lead usUp the future’s endless stair;Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.For stagnation is despair:Groping, guessing, yet progressing,Lead us nobody knows where. Wrong or justice, joy…

1 You said ‘The world is going back to Paganism’. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House Spill from their tumblers a libation to…