Does Stygic darkness reign wherein you dwell? Or does the fragrant petal of the rose Call forth such shapes of beauty by its smell As man aspires to know but seldom knows? Does pulsing stillness beat against your ears? Or, fended from life's pandemonian screams, Can you enjoy the melody of spheres That other men can only hear in dreams? Do thoughts surge up and clamor for release? Or, spared the banal chatterings of life, Can you commune with kindred souls in peace, -- The peace that man has sacrificed to strife? Do you cry out against a cruel star? Or is it given you to realize That those who heed not are more deaf by far, More blind are they who will not use their eyes? |