Excerpt from Creation: Post-Impressionist Poems They show the only authentic virtue Desirable in every race and clime To be at home in one's own soul And comfortably fit, like a student's gown, The folds and wrinkles of one's nature. I love to fall upon one of them suddenly Just out the window, or round the corner, When I am vacant or grieving or hateful; I know them by a secret sympathy, And I go straightway healed, as by a spell, Strutting a little, hearty, bold, superb, Spilling over, in short, as a man's life often should. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.