Ease

The iron is hidden in forgetfulness. A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands. Women of peace arise in lustred dress, and hold aloft their sleek and perfect hands. the birds are in the morn, the bees in the noon. The eve has song and sleep and slow repose. A lazy Ease treads soft on feathered shoon that leaves no sign to show the way she goes. Soft cheeks there are; and Guile with coiling hair smiles at the earth and croons within her chair. The slow leaves fall, and rustling Night begins Her reign of furriness. the slinking feet Of half-seen things and thoughts bring brushing sins and warmths of fog that touch a smouldering heat.