Revelation

I write these things that men may hear.

This was the word that gave me cheer: There sate a dæmon at mine ear, Who whispered me, “Man knoweth naught.-- First know thyself wouldst thou know aught.”

This was the word that brought me grace: There fell a shape before my face, Who motioned me, “All forms are sin’s.-- He aims above himself who wins.”

This was the word that made me wise: There stood an angel at mine eyes, Who looked, “The world lives selfishly.-- Give thy own self if thou wouldst see.”

These are the words they brought to me.