92 STEVENSON'S POEMS
Unfearing, or the seaman from the deep; So from cool night and woodlands to a feast May someone enter, and still breathe of dews And in her eyes still wear the dusky night.
MEN ARE HEAVEN'S PIERS
MEN are Heaven's piers ; they evermore
Unwearying bear the skyey floor ;
Man's theatre they bear with ease,
Unfrowning cariatides!
I, for my wife, the sun uphold,
Or, dozing, strike the seasons cold.
She, on her side, in fairy-wise
Deals in diviner mysteries.,
By spells to make the fuel burn
And keep the parlour warm, to turn
Water to wine, and stones to bread,
By her unconquered hero-head.
A naked Adam, naked Eve,
Alone the primal bower we weave ;
Sequestered in the seas of life,
A Crusoe couple, man and wife,
With all our good, with all our will,
Our unfrequented isle we fill;