The Halfway House, Part VI        


Continue, Stranger, on the way you came:

Ignore these bones, sad Corydon’s, who fled

Farther and farther from the thought of blame:

Be like the mica, hard and bright; be dead.



Stop, Friend, and ask those two young men from Rome

Who learned to love, the best way to begin;

Escaping pleasure, here they fought with sin,

And in a sandstorm triumphed: now are home.