Above All I Am Not Concerned With

I Find Purer Philosophy In A Poem Than In A Conclusion Of Geometry, A Chemical Analysis, Or A Physical Law

Heart, You Were Never Hot Nor Large, Nor Full Like Hearts Made Great With Shot

I Thought Of All That Worked Dark Pits Of War, And Died Digging The Rock Where Death Reputes Peace Lies Indeed.

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.

I Was A Boy When I First Realized That The Fullest Life Liveable Was A Poet's