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, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, They marched from east to west : least of all, Among the legs of his guardians tall, COMPENSATION THE wings of Time are black and white, Trembling balance duly, keep. The lonely Earth amid the balls Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark. Man 's the elm, and Wealth the vine; And all that Nature made thy own, POLITICS GOLD and iron are good Aught above its rate. Fear, Craft and Avarice Cannot rear a State. Out of dust to build |