Public men in a public time, large-armed, What have they to do with love, the double Solitude to which all consummate desire comes? Whispered vows and private pets as soft As raindrops, preach from no soapbox pulpit To captivated crowds, but singly lick Wordy seeds into receptive ears of earth. Unloving laws of the public men, large-armed, Bind all affections, communal to a common postern Past affection's expiration. Who can inhale a scent, However intensely tart, however vast, Waving winds have whipped away? So loves And lovers go sinuous through our lives-- Twinned rivers escaped beyond our bending, Far past poets' suasive sigh or snit fantastic. Laws, too, are nothing in the heart's demesne, A febrile fence erected for leanest leaping, Advice for ears reddened by their own desires Obedient to an inner sing-song no orator can echo.