VIII
Claude to Eustace
And as I walk on my way, I behold them consorting and coupling;Faithful it seemeth, and fond, very fond, very probably faithful,All as I go on my way, with a pleasure sincere and unmingled.Life is beautiful, Eustace, entrancing, enchanting to look at;As are the streets of a city we pace while the carriage is changing,As a chamber filled-in with harmonious, exquisite pictures,Even so beautiful Earth; and could we eliminate onlyThis vile hungering impulse, this demon within us of craving,Life were beatitude, living a perfect divine satisfaction.