And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know |
Blake was mad, they say, -- and Space's Pandora-box
Loosed its wonders upon him -- devils, but angels indeed. |
Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me. |
Like a knight in glittering armor,
Laughter Stood up at his side. |
Neither will I put myself forward as others may do,
Neither, if you wish to flatter, will I flatter you; I will look at you grimly, and so you will know I am true. |
One speck within vast star-space lying
Awoke, arose, resumed its clothing, And crawled another day toward dying. |
Only madmen seize the story
With coals of fire upon their tongue. |
So let it be, let it be,
Fretting all the day! |
Time, the dark whale, spouts blithely from his spiracle
A jet of memory that makes glad the sun. |
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life. |
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life. |
You are to me what the bowstring is to the shaft,
Speeding my purpose aloft and aflame and afar. |
You came to climb,
And you endure -- So turn your face to the rock of Time, Make one more foothold sure! |