A Man That Is Not

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

But He Who Loveliness Within Hath Found, All Outward Loathes, For He Who Color Loves, And Skin, Loves But Their Oldest Clothes.

Sleep With Clean Hands, Either Kept Clean All Day By Integrity Or Washed Clean At Night By Repentance.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.