[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 35]

Tell me, thou learnèd in the dead and cold

Things of earth, shadows that we touch and see,

What is the limit-price of honesty

Up to what sum purity hold

Tell me the pleasures that lie hid in gold[1]

How things of sense do fell the soul tell me

Speak of the mazed lore of {…}

And conventions in men’s miscalled.

{…} and what men

Tell me what men {…} 

Sleep well upon the {…} of many lives

Speak of the joy that ignore distress

Show me all joy of life is, and tell me then

How much doth Death forget?

{…} how much survives

The chemistry profound of rottenness?

April 1907.[2]

 
[1] lie hid in gold /be sold\
[2] [35v]

Sonnet.

Ex. end:

P. 57 Psychology

   55 Physics

   50-51 Natural Hist.

   47-48 Metallurgy 

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