Chapter V

For them there is no joy in blossomed trees. And with what eye-shut ease We leave them, at the last, for company, The Tree, Whose two stark boughs no springtime yet unfurled, Ever, since time began; Nor bloom so strange to see!-- Behold, the Man, With His two arms outstretched to fold the world.

_O, do you remember?--How it came to be? Far, golden windows gazing from the shore; Golden ebb of daylight; heart could hold no more: Belovèd and Belovèd, and the sea._

_Westward the sun,--low, slow and golden; Eastward the moon climbed, honey-pale. O do you remember? while our eyes were holden, Close, close upon us,--the Golden Sail? Wind-swift she came,--thing of living flame, Sea-breathing Glory, to make the heart afraid! The ripples, fold on fold Of coiling gold, Trailing a thousand ways Her golden maze, Rocked in a golden tumult, every one, The gondolas, the ships .. Westward she made ..... A portent from the sky,--gone by, gone by, To golden, far eclipse; ... Into the Sun._

_Behold, a mystery That shook to golden throbbing all the sea. Oh, and what needed one more wonder be For thee and me, Belovèd? thee and me?_

RICH MAN, POOR MAN

'_Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief,
Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief._'