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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
