When is man strong until he feels alone?
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
Smiling the boy fell dead.
And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.