Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

When The Dust Of Death Has Choked A Great Man's Voice, The Common Words He Said Turn Oracles, The Common Thoughts He Yoked Like Horses Draw Like Griffins.

Our Euripides The Human, With His Droppings Of Warm Tears, And His Touchings Of Things Common Till They Rose To Meet The Spheres.

She Has Seen The Mystery Hid Under Egypt's Pyramid: By Those Eyelids Pale And Close Now She Knows What Rhamses Knows.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.