That the glory of this world... is appearance leaves the world more glorious, if we feel it is a show of some fuller splendour; but the sensuous curtain is a deception... if it hides some colourless movement of atoms, arms, some... unearthly ballet of bloodless categories.

I have been in love,
I am in love,
I am in debt,
I am in drink,
This many and many a year.

Come, 
Blessed peace,
We once again implore,
And let our pains be less,
Or power more...