'Wisdom To All' Said The Philosopher

'Wisdom to All' said the Philosopher 'Not the select few' 'This way, ' continued he 'avert the Dogmatist' 'And avert Dogma in the ever-continued fresh assertions everyday coming from everywhere from the All' Then Wisdom will smile and close its eyes serene. Then will wisdom will be to All, of All, by All. All This Mortality Must Future Time Reverse These last months, years have been verses chanted in the shades of drear and cemeteries ageing and tombs and end and ghosts and shrouds and all the world that with these goes. Yet though I begun to sing of these in my verses yet my heart and my spirit yearn to bring back the old work to Immortality. Ah! these last months and years the heart spoke to me but yesterday there missing a thing be 'and that thing was the struggle to Immortality' Love the World of Ghosts and Shrouds I love the world of ghosts and shrouds And made you love it in my chants and songs. I will arise me now to think of different world and different thoughts Yet that now I have known the world of ghosts and shrouds I love that world so much of ghosts and shrouds Every World-Type its Beauty has and History Every World-Type its beauty and history has for so that there be beauty in all things For so that there be history of all things. For so that there be world-types in increase ever-increase and that the bone of Evolution be. I Yearn to Reverse My Time I Yearn to reverse my time Go back to four five years old and start from there again. I am the one who says that I have made mistakes. I am the one who regrets his mistakes. Shambles of a life, advance in youth that in it had the seed of reverse reverse in middle age and more. I am the one who therefore yearns yearns for the misery of life to be overturned to start again with hindsight of this pain. With tears I wet at night My blanket and silent sigh. Yearning so goes around me as my life as the snake round its cornered victim as the noose round my ageing neck as the guillotine above my head. Wish so that life a blackboard was and that one fine day I enter the room Wipe all off and begin again. Alas! what remains only are the shambles of a dim life and the words of a Scientist, thinker and Poet Seer! Not more.