Surely, O friends, where brancheth into twain
One track, in wilderment have I in vain
Sought the straight path I travelled hitherto!
Was it some wind that from the right course blew
Me, as a boat drifts chartless o’er the sea?
Nay, Muse, ’tis thine, if thou for silver fee
Didst covenant to uplift thy voice in singing,
To send it this way now, now that way ringing,