Chapter II: The Law

If Law be given my hand to make
I pray Thee, Lord, that I may break
The old Law, resolute and hard
And fickle as a chance-thrown card.

And ere I lay me down to sleep
I pray Thee, Lord, new Law to keep,
Great statutes made of Love and Pain,
Beauty of Sorrow born again.

For I would find out Truth, my Lord,
The soul behind the naked word,
And at the bourne where life began
I would inquire the law for man.

Perhaps a Voice may answer me
That until man in woman be,
Woman in man, the two in one,
The latter days have not begun.

The woman-will of man a part,
The more-of-man in woman's heart,
From that great marriage pure of flaw
May spring the Everlasting Law.