A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
How is it that you live, and what is it you do?