One thing at least is certain, the rest is lies.
The flower that once has blown forever dies.
I sent my soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that afterlife to spell,
And by and by it returned to me
To answer: I myself am Heaven and Hell.
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire.
Hell but the shadow of a soul on fire.
Cast onto darkness into which we-
So late emerged-shall so soon expire!