By God! I Will Not Tell You

To Happy Folkall Heaviest Words No More Of Meaning Bearthan Far-off Bells Saddening The Summer Air.

What I Mean By Socialism Is A Condition Of Society In Which There Should Be Neither Rich Nor Poor, Neither Master Nor Master's Man, Neither Idle Nor Overworked, Neither Brain­slack Brain Workers, Nor Heart­sick Hand Workers, In A Word, In Which All Men Would Be Living In Equality Of Condition, And Would Manage Their Affairs Unwastefully, And With The Full Consciousness That Harm To One Would Mean Harm To All - The Realisation At Last Of The Meaning Of The Word 'commonwealth.'

So Long As The System Of Competition In The Production And Exchange Of The Means Of Life Goes On, The Degradation Of The Arts Will Go On; And If That System Is To Last For Ever, Then Art Is Doomed, And Will Surely Die; That Is To Say, Civilization Will Die.

You May Hang Your Walls With Tapestry Insread Of Whitewash Or Paper; Or You May Cover Them With Mosaic; Or Have Them Frescoed By A Great Painter: All This Is Not Luxury, If It Be Done For Beauty's Sake, And Not For Show: It Does Not Break Our Golden Rule: Have Nothing In Your Houses Which You Do Not Know To Be Useful Or Believe To Be Beautiful.

Speak Not, Move Not, But Listen, The Sky Is Full Of Gold. No Ripple On The River, No Stir In Field Or Fold, All Gleams But Naught Doth Glisten, But The Far-off Unseen Sea. Forget Days Past, Heart Broken, Put All Memory By! No Grief On The Green Hillside, No Pity In The Sky, Joy That May Not Be Spoken Fills Mead And Flower And Tree.