XI.

Earth! My Likeness! Though you look so
          impassive, ample and spheric there—
         —I now suspect that is not all,
I now suspect there is something terrible in
          you, ready to break forth, 
For an athlete loves me, and I him—But
          toward him there is something fierce
          and terrible in me, 
I dare not tell it in words—not even in these
          songs.