The Jealous Keys Of Truth's Eternal Doors.

There Is No Real Wealth But The Labour Of Man.

I Silently Laugh At My Own Cenotaph, And Out Of The Caverns Of Rain, Like A Child From The Womb, Like A Ghost From The Tomb, I Arise And Unbuild It Again.

I Pant, I Sink, I Tremble, I Expire!

By All That Is Sacred In Our Hope For The Human Race, I Conjure Those Who Love Happiness And Truth To Give A Fair Trial To The Vegetable System!

I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.