A Subject For A Great Poet Would

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

It Is The Music In Our Conscience, The Dance In Our Spirit, To Which Puritan Litanies, Moral Sermons, And Goody Goodness Won’t Chime.

Our Destiny Exercises Its Influence Over Us Even When, As Yet, We Have Not Learned Its Nature: It Is Our Future That Lays Down The Law Of Our Today

It Is Our Taste That Decides Against Christianity Now, No Longer Our Reasons.

Many Die Too Late, And Some Die Too Early. Yet Strangers Soundeth The Precept: "die At The Right Time!"