O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven, br And sold my wealth for metal of base kind. br O frail disciple of a fair creed given br For human hope when all the world was blind! br What was my profit? Freedom of the mind, br A little pleasure of the years, some scars br Of lusty youth, and some few thoughts enshrined br In worthier record of my manhood's years. br All else is loss, and unredeemed distress; br The voiceful seasons uninvited come, br And bring their tribute of new flowers, and pass: br Only the reason of the world is dumb; br Nor does God any more by word or sign br Speak to our rebel hearts of things divine.