Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
.........Without its climax, death, what savour
hath
Life? an impeccable machine, exact
.........He paces an inane and pointless
path
To glut brute appetites, his sole content
.........How tedious were he fit to
comprehend
Himself! More, this our noble element
.........Of fire in nature, love in spirit,
unkenned
Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end.
His body a blood-ruby radiant
.........With noble passion, sun-souled
Lucifer
Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
.........On Eden's imbecile perimeter.
He
blessed nonentity with every curse
.........And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of
sense,
Breath life into the sterile universe,
.........With Love and Knowledge drove out
innocence
The Key of Joy is
disobedience.