Chapter II: Semi-Chorus

We are impatient of truth, that is no more
than finite stain upon the infinite,
a fading seamark on a distant shore
and we have gone from it,
whose lips, though grave, are not too grave to smile at
the heart of man crying in his vext youth:
“What is the truth?” and to make answer “Pilate,
we are the truth.”

PRINTED IN JANUARY, 1928, BY WILLIAM EDWIN RUDGE PUBLISHED BY THE BOWLING GREEN PRESS, NEW YORK AND BY ERNEST BENN, LTD., LONDON

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