After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.

And He Whose Soul Is Flat -- The Sky Will Cave In On Him By And By.

It's Not True That Life Is One Damn Thing After Another; It Is One Damn Thing Over And Over.

And Her Voice Is A String Of Colored Beads, Or Steps Leading Into The Sea.