Since there my past life lies, why alter it?
Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
Death: the grand perhaps.
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.