When you have ground such beauty down to dust.
As flies before the breath
And,at the touch,trembles with lover's fever,
Or sundered it to look the closer,
Magnified and made immense
At one side's loss,
Turn inside out,and see at glance
Wisdom is folly,love is not,
Sense can maim it,wisdom mar it,
Folly purify and make it true.
For folly was
When wisdom lay not in the soul
But in the body of the trees and stones,
Was when sense found a way to them
Growing on hills or shining under water.
Come wise in foolishness,
Go silly and be Christ's good brother,
He whose lovers were both wise and sensible
When folly stirred,warm in the foolish heart
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