Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="39"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>St. Sebastian</p> <p>So beautiful in all thine agony!<br/> So radiant in thine infinite despair . . .<br/> Oh, delicate mouth, brave eyes, and curled bright hair . . .<br/> Oh, lovely body lashed to the rough tree:<br/> What brutal fools were those that gave to thee<br/> Red roses of thine outraged blood to wear,<br/> Laughed at thy bitter pain and loathed the fair<br/> Bruised flower of thy victorious purity?</p> <p>Marvellous Beauty . . . target of the world,<br/> How all Love's arrows seek thy joy, Oh Sweet!<br/> And wound the white perfection of thy youth!<br/> How all the poisoned spears of hate are hurled<br/> Against thy sorrow when thou darest to meet<br/> With martyrdom men's mockery of the truth!</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />