lifes will

    Calls to the grave.

    Behis is man!

    A creature bred on hunger and made food for hungry gods.

    A vine t creeps in dust beneat of death.

    t blooms in nights of evil shadows;

    terror and shame.

    And yet you would  and drink.

    You  amongst shrouded faces

    And draony lips

    And from ernity.

    third God

    Brothers,

    th is singing,

    And thrice higher is his song.

    And pierces the sky,

    And scatters th.

    Second God (Always unhearing)

    the bee hums harshly in your ears,

    And foul is to your lips.

    Fain  you,

    But how shall I?

    Only tens wo gods,

    For measureless is t lies beties,

    And he space.

    Yet I  you,

    I would make serene your clouded sphere;

    And t,

    I would counsel you.

    of cless lig remulous sound t quickened ts of air and sea.

    t  of t droeps time y, t sets  upon our footprints, ss and desires, and seeing only h our eyes.

    And unto earto life came t, t, and none save us kne of years nebulous dreams, till  noontide of to the sun.

    And from tial ecstasy, we brougure wage.

    tars, o eartant regions; and of man, ters, e t o to tten sand of th.

    From tus land where days are born

    to perilous isles where days are slain,

    Man t ed, overbold by our purpose,

    Ventures h lyre and sword.

    Ours is the will he heralds,

    And ours ty he proclaims,