The Past Is Gained, Secure,

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed His Grasp, Or What's A Heaven For?