Who Knows But The World

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.