They Who Have Put Out The People's

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The Brooks In Vallombrosa, Where Th' Etrurian Shades High Over-arch'd Imbower.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.