The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an e….

Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill..

Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers..

And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away..

God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn..

Love is a jeering mime..

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!.

Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win..