My Heart In Passion, And My Head

The Poetry Of Speech.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

But 'midst The Crowd, The Hum, The Shock Of Men, To Hear, To See, To Feel, And To Possess, And Roam Along, The World's Tired Denizen, With None Who Bless Us, None Whom We Can Bless.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.