There's Not A Joy The World Can

When Bishop Berkeley Said "there Was No Matter." And Proved It--'t Was No Matter What He Said.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

But 'midst The Crowd, The Hum, The Shock Of Men, To Hear, To See, To Feel, And To Possess, And Roam Along, The World's Tired Denizen, With None Who Bless Us, None Whom We Can Bless.

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.