Go, Wiser Thou! And In

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.