6.01.2011

Bliss

it reads:
Ignorance! And what other
Has been said of thee, but
To thy infamy, and no bother
To those that know, and what
Knowledge! It is but this
The wind blows not for itself
Nor shines sun by its wish
The earth covets not her wealth
The clouds frosting the hills
Ancient stars and worlds afar
Care not, nor have they wills
But it be found another's wish
As uncut rock upon the rills
Indifferent! Come out
Thou hidden jewel made
For thee? I doubt;
And to this thee I bade
Love, but care not for this
Which dies, but reach beyond
That of which we're merely fond
Let truth and mercy kiss
And be another's! And this
This,
Is bliss.

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