The Imagination And The Senses Cannot Be

We Aim Above The Mark To Hit The Mark.

And Striving To Be Man, The Worm Mounts Through All The Spires Of Form.

Let The Bird Sing Without Deciphering The Song.

I Am The Owner Of The Sphere, Of The Seven Stars And The Solar Year, Of Caesar's Hand, And Plato's Brain, Of Lord Christ's Heart, And Shakespeare's Strain.

Our Books Approach Very Slowly The Things We Most Wish To Know.