What can of thee be conceived
And what may of thee be preached
Can only in language most beautiful be expressed
Not in line parched
For that of you would be so unworthy
You being in deed so lofty
Yet not in presumption haughty

For by the stirring to speech or writ, of thought
Out of the individual, confession to others, by thee, is born
The heart's bosom intent laying bare
Whether unto good or foreboding
That ignorance on it may glare
And thereby to knowledge gravitate
To escape i'll lair,
Or motivate motion to spark
To good's abode spurring, to the prize of reward

Whether in gnawing worry tossed
Or on the wild winds of promising excitement blown,
In you the individual finds release sweet
If only for the moment brief bliss:
If without a compassionate hearer
Then with a willing, silent symphathizer

But what are you
Of what are you hewn?
Speculation permit me to utter
Ragged, grappling work only can I muster:
Whether it be philosophy ferried on metaphor,
Or hitherto-chained emotion in the garb of artistic figure finding the exit door,
Or by cunning speech, beauty crafted to life,
Or impatient thought escaping muting bondage
And finding utterance in symmetrical rhyme;
These attempts of definition bring I to the press
For Omniscience to take or break
For what you are, or are of
Only Omniscience best knows

Whatever it is you are, it nevertheless, is of no consequence
Being swallowed, the thought, in the overflowing eloquence
Of a superior consideration:
That thou shall, with us, make established communion
Even as you, by the lips of men, measure eternity's expanse
In the now, and in the afternow
Where to harmony all render conformity,
That which is being beheld or thought
By the law of reciprocity
Granting to perpetuation, yours.