EDITORIAL NOTE TO POETRY

thou see than ever a seer did: Through the revels of Hell no sage had ever journeyed. 44 Back! on my heels too closely ye follow! Back! lest my wisdom should tread on you, crush you! 45 "He goes to hell who goes thy ways!" So be it I to my hell I'll pave the way myself with well-made maxims. 46 Your God, you tell me, Is a God of love? The sting of conscience A sting from God? A sting of love? 48 They chew gravel, They lie on