SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,- <br />No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun <br />(No liking but all lust)- <br />Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone, <br />The rippling of bright muscles like a sea, <br />Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws <br />Though the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.' <br /> <br />Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time- <br />'The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun <br />Is greater than all gold, more powerful <br />Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes <br />Like all that grows or leaps...so is the heart <br /> <br />More powerful than all dust. Once I was Hercules <br />Or Samson, strong as the pillars of the seas: <br />But the flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind <br />Is but a foolish wind.' <br /> <br />Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, <br />And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, <br />Remember only this of our hopeless love <br />That never till Time is done <br />Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.'<br /><br />Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-and-mind-9/
