What do we know but that we face one another in this place?

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.