Why Should I Deem Myself To Be

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

Emulation Is A Noble And Just Passion, Full Of Appreciation.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.