At the head of a lie—taught Original Sin,
The Corruption of Man's Heart.
THE WORST OF IT
Would it were I had been false, not you!
I that am nothing, not you that are all:
I, never the worse for a touch or two
On my speckled hide; not you, the pride
Of the day, my swan, that a first fleck's fall
On her wonder of white must unswan, undo!
I had dipped in life's struggle and, out again,