Toward the last
The truth of others was untruth to me;
The justice of others was injustice to me;
Their reason for death, reasons with me for my life;
I would have killed those they saved,
And save those they killed,
And I saw how a god, if brought to earth,
Must act out what he saw and thought,
And could not live in this world of men
And act among them side by side
Without continual clashes,
The dusts's for crawling, heaven's for flying --
Wherefore, O soul, whose whings are grown,
Soar upward to the sun!
©lain
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