The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.