When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
Action is redemption.
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.