Everything in nature is resurrection.

I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

Mock mockers after that That would not lift a hand maybe To help good, wise or great To bar that foul storm out, for we Traffic in mockery.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will

There is another world, but it is in this one.