Atheism Is The Last Word Of Theism

I Call'd The Devil, And He Came, And With Wonder His Form Did I Closely Scan; He Is Not Ugly, And Is Not Lame, But Really A Handsome And Charming Man. A Man In The Prime Of Life Is The Devil, Obliging, A Man Of The World, And Civil; A Diplomatist Too, Well Skill'd In Debate, He Talks Quite Glibly Of Church And State.

The Men Of Action Are, After All, Only The Unconscious Instruments Of The Men Of Thought.

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

And Once Again We Plighted Our Troth, And Titter'd, Caress'd, Kiss'd So Dearly.