after much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. the conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness

moonrise

and who has seen the moon, who has not seen

her rise from out the chamber of the deep,

flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber

of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw

confession of delight upon the wave,

littering the waves with her own superscription

of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards

us

spread out and known at last, and we are sure

that beauty is a thing beyond the grave,

that perfect, bright experience never falls

to nothingness, and time will dim the moon

sooner than our full consummation here

in this odd life will tarnish or pass away.