Songs Of Aldhelm

Songs from the Sun, Songs from the ground, Songs from the ... stars, Songs, { fine souls of the body of sound, { joined souls and bodies of sound, ... ghosts of songs that died, Songs of Birth and of Death, of ... Beat million-rhythmed in the heart of my hearing, The world is all sound and still signs of sound.

It appears that if I were perfect, I could not be perfect. For with whoever is perfect, there is nothing more to be done. But if there were nothing more to do, I would be very sorry: that is, I would not be perfect. Therefore it appears that I would not be perfect if I were perfect.

[Credo, and Other Poems]

We know more than we know. That the Lord is all, I know: That I am part, I know. But how shall we settle our provinces and diplomacies and boundaries, the Lord and I? Let us talk of this matter, dear Lord, I talking in silence.

But the corruption, the rascality, the &c., &c., I am not afraid. But the stock broker, the whiskey ring, I am not afraid. Nay, but the war in the East, I am not afraid. I see God about his godly affairs, The cat-bird sits in the tree and sings While the boy kills the &c. beneath.

The mocking-bird hanging over the street sings, though robbery, murder, fire, &c., go on.