Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.
It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.
Everything we look upon is blest.