A Time There Was - As One May Guess And As, Indeed, Earth'S Testimonies Tell - Before The Birth Of Consciousness, When All Went Well. None Suffered Sickness, Love, Or Loss, None Knew Regret, Starved Hope, Or Heart-Burnings; None Cared Whatever Crash Or Cross Brought Wrack To Things. If Something Ceased, No Tongue Bewailed, If Something Winced And Waned, No Heart Was Wrung; If Brightness Dimmed, And Dark Prevailed, No Sense Was Stung. But The Disease Of Feeling Germed, And Primal Rightness Took The Tinct Of Wrong; Ere Nescience Shall Be Reaffirmed How Long, How Long?