Man Seeks His Own Good At The

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.