Gargoyles

Hath attributes. This sand is gold :— Deem’st thou a gilder lurks within The atom? What should Nature hold Of aureate save a mind begin Colour-conception? Then we win To think our thought itself a chance Grafted upon the circumstance Of cerebrin and lethicin. A. Til fares the rifleman that holds The muzzle to his eye. Yon gold’s Mental: enough! the mind is all. N. No: this is but a slave in thrall To matter’s motion. We deny A causeless cause, an entity Beyond experience, that tricks Our folly with his idle claim To be because we feel it. A. Sticks The reason there? N. We choose a name To cover all the host of facts Comprised in thought. A. (aside) The elixir acts. 27