EXPERIENCE THE lords of life, the lords of life, I saw them pass In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Among the legs of his guardians tall, The founder thou; these are thy race!' COMPENSATION THE wings of Time are black and white, In changing moon and tidal wave The lonely Earth amid the balls Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark. Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine; And power to him who power exerts. |