Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.