Lose Who May-i Still Can

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.