Men have dulled their eyes with sin, And dimmed the light of heaven with doubt, And built their temple-walls to shut thee in, And framed their iron creeds to shut thee out.
Love must kiss that mortals eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady. No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare No wisdom won with weariness; But Love goes in with Follys dress No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in.