Whoso Loves, Believes In The

Men Get Opinions As Boys Learn To Spell By Reiteration Chiefly.

Pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.

Light Tomorrow With Today!