"THEY KNOW THE LION'S POWER..."

They know the lion's power,
being now indifferent,
whose eager limbs have learnt
to suffer without fear
or consoling love
the bridal and the bed
of the unearthly dead.

They lie in beds of love
with worn and vivid face,
where fall in one embrace
the dead by the alive
the carnal by the just,
being now indifferent
to lust or monument.

They have all grown just,
as mindless change or growth
- animal life and death,
blind blood of trees, thrust 
of the innocent spray
and the pitiless flower:
they know the lion's power.