I Am a Bus Driver, Not a Magician

I am a bus driver, not a magician

Nor from the world your mere experience brings

To fix your image beyond the eye and brain.

Dissolve, new Art! let your disguise,

Cover the blank soul of passion and pride,

Lest you turn to track this mortal disguise.

You take a mind to find a human race;

Take your gives, and your confessions bow,

Heave till the altar holds your humble creed!