Dedication
TO MY FRIEND
JOHN CORBIN
Epigraph
Folly and Wisdom, Heavenly twins,
Sons of the god Imagination,
Heirs of the Virtues—which were Sins
Till Transcendental Contemplation
Transmogrified their outer skins—
Friend, do you follow me? For I
Have lost myself, I don’t know why.
Resuming, then, this erudite
And decorative Dedication,—
Accept it, John, with all your might
In Cinquecentic resignation.
You may not understand it, quite,
But if you’ve followed me all through,
You’ve done far more than I could do.