Yes! 'wish-fulfilment dreams' we spin to cheat
our timid hearts and ugly Fact defeat!Whence came the wish, and whence the power to dream,or some things fair and others ugly deem?All wishes are not idle, nor in vainfulfilment we devise - for pain is pain,not for itself to be desired, but ill;or else to strive or to subdue the willalike were graceless; and of Evil thisalone is deadly certain: Evil is.
Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hatethat quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate;that seek no parley, and in guarded room,though small and bate, upon a clumsy loomweave tissues gilded by the far-off dayhoped and believed in under Shadow's sway.
Blessed are the men of Noah's race that buildtheir little arks, though frail and poorly filled,and steer through winds contrary towards a wraith,a rumour of a harbour guessed by faith.
Blessed are the legend-makers with their rhymeof things not found within recorded time.It is not they that have forgot the Night,or bid us flee to organized delight,in lotus-isles of economic blissforswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,bogus seduction of the twice-seduced).Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,and those that hear them yet may yet beware.They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,and yet they would not in despair retreat,but oft to victory have tuned the lyreand kindled hearts with legendary fire,illuminating Now and dark Hath-beenwith light of suns as yet by no man seen.