— “Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
— Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.”
“There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd – blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths.”
“Might I too was blindfoldéd ere — “The quality of mercy andabsolution,
Tho’ years have master’d me — Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: — Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!” — Solely wanton images ofthy desire appear!”
“‘Tis the Divine Comedy – — “‘Tis the Divine Tragedy –
The fool and the mocking court; — The fool and the mockingcourt;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! — Fool, kneel now, and ringthy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.” — Make us guffaw at thyfutile follies,
— Yet for our blunders – Oh, in shame;
— Earth beareth no balm for mistakes –
— We hold the Earth fro Hell away.”
“Believe? In a deily long dead? –
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales fill’d up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn.”
— “Shadow of annoyance –
— Ne’er come hither!
— …And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
— Ne’er to ascend again…”












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