Revelation

I write these things that men may hear.

This was the word that gave me cheer:
There sate a dæmon at mine ear,
Who whispered me, “Man knoweth naught.--
First know thyself wouldst thou know aught.”

This was the word that brought me grace:
There fell a shape before my face,
Who motioned me, “All forms are sin’s.--
He aims above himself who wins.”

This was the word that made me wise:
There stood an angel at mine eyes,
Who looked, “The world lives selfishly.--
Give thy own self if thou wouldst see.”

These are the words they brought to me.