To Be Free Of Belief And Unbelief

Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire To Grasp This Sorry Scheme Of Things Entire Would We Not Shatter It To Bits-and Then Re-mould It Nearer To The Heart's Desire?

Thy Return Is As Another Sun To Heaven; A New Rose Blooming In The Garden Of The Soul.

Awake, My Little Ones, And Fill The Cup Before Life's Liquor In Its Cup Be Dry.

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss'd Of The Two Worlds So Wisely - They Are Thrust Like Foolish Prophets Forth; Their Words To Scorn Are Scattered, And Their Mouths Are Stopped With Dust.

Drink! For You Know Not Whence You Came Nor Why.