The Wise Want Love; And Those Who

Love's Pestilence, And Her Slow Dogs Of War.

Of Planets, Struggling Fierce Towards Heaven's Free Wilderness.

How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His Brother Sleep.

The One Remains, The Many Change And Pass; Heaven's Light Forever Shines, Earth's Shadows Fly; Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity, Until Death Tramples It To Fragments.

Contemporary Criticism Only Represents The Amount Of Ignorance Genius Has To Contend With. . . . Time Will Reverse The Judgement Of The Vulgar.