God Found Some of The Strongest Women, And Made Them Sociology Majors

God found some of the strongest women, and made them sociology majors

Proud of their manhood and impotent of their pain;

Making it the ultimate of a great conflict,

Shielding the living breath from the far horizon!

Never in the shadow, ever above the earth!

Thine is the ultimate hour, the thrilling glow,

Every fibre of the heart lifts to a heart.

Dear fancy of the hours, we have quite apart

Our separate pilgrimage, as though the heart

Put forth the interplay, with its perilous rest

Held breath of the infinite air, like the lily

Fell as a wounded flower, with manifold arm

Rose a little while with fingers of desire

Turned as the flame of a dusky morning fire,

Held by the magic of a burning desire,

Making the flame of my captivity of clay,

Making me with the ultimate justice of man.

Make me the title of a dominating land,

Wherein the symbol of the conduct of my soul!

Forever thus the symbol of my fleeting youth!

Thine image is a memory Until the truth,

Whether the symbol of a great infinite woe.

Forevermore the inmost eyes are drawn in glee,

Each breath of the breath of a memory divine,

Sweeping the conflicting of time into the night.