This Outer World Is But

Bring The Buds Of The Hazel-copse, Where Two Lovers Kissed At Noon; Bring The Crushed Red Wild-thyme Tops Where They Murmured Under The Moon.

Outlawed, But Not Alone, For Love Is Outlawed, Too. You Cannot Banish Us, Proud World: We Banish You.

Beauty Is A Fading Flower,truth Is But A Wizard's Tower,where A Solemn Death-bell Tolls,and A Forest Round It Rolls.

At A Certain Stage In His Evolution, Man Himself Had Been Able To Lay Hold Upon A Higher Order Of Things, Which Raised Him Above The Level Of The Beasts That Perish, And Enabled Him To See, At Least In The Distance, The Shining Towers Of The City Of God.

We Have Come By Curious Ways To The Light That Holds The Days; We Have Sought In Haunts Of Fear For That All-enfolding Sphere: And Lo! It Was Not Far, But Near. We Have Found, O Foolish-fond, The Shore That Has No Shore Beyond. Deep In Every Heart It Lies With Its Untranscended Skies; For What Heaven Should Bend Above Hearts That Own The Heaven Of Love?