Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? ...Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable machine, exact ...He paces an inane and pointless path To glut brute appetites, his sole content ...How tedious were he fit to comprehend Himself! More, this our noble element ...Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end. His body a blood-ruby radiant ...With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant ...On Eden's imbecile perimeter. He blessed nonentity with every curse ...And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense, Breath life into the sterile universe, ...With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence The Key of Joy is disobedience.