SO INTRICATELY IS THIS WORLD RESOLVED

SO intricately is this world resolved Of substance arched on thrust of circumstance, The earth’s organic meaning so involved, That none may break the pattern of his dance; Lest, deviating, he confound the line Of reason with the destiny of race, And, altering the perilous design, Bring ruin like a rain on time and space. Lover, it is good to lie in the sweet grass With a dove-soft nimble girl. But O lover, Lift no destroying hand; let fortune pass Unchallenged, beauty sleep; dare not to cover Her mouth with kisses by the garden wall, Lest, cracking in bright air, a planet fall.