” I grant that you may try to clasp him,

Withdraw this spirt from his primal source

Upon your own abysmal course-

And lead him down, if you can grasp him,

And stand abashed when you have to attest:

A good man in his darkling aspiration

Remembers the right road throughout his quest.”

” This place simply is too bad:

It is as if nobody had Work or labor

Except to spy all day long on his neighbor,

And one gets talked about, whatever life one leads.