I Said To Love, "It Is Not Now As In Old Days When Men Adored Thee And Thy Ways All Else Above; Named Thee The Boy, The Bright, The One Who Spread A Heaven Beneath The Sun," I Said To Love. I Said To Him, "We Now Know More Of Thee Than Then; We Were But Weak In Judgment When, With Hearts Abrim, We Clamoured Thee That Thou Would'St Please Inflict On Us Thine Agonies," I Said To Him. I Said To Love, "Thou Art Not Young, Thou Art Not Fair, No Faery Darts, No Cherub Air, Nor Swan, Nor Dove Are Thine; But Features Pitiless, And Iron Daggers Of Distress," I Said To Love. "Depart Then, Love! . . . - Man'S Race Shall End, Dost Threaten Thou? The Age To Come The Man Of Now Know Nothing Of? - We Fear Not Such A Threat From Thee; We Are Too Old In Apathy! Mankind Shall Cease. - So Let It Be," I Said To Love.