To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.
Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.