To an Autograph-Hunter

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To an Autograph-Hunter

Seek not my name⁠—it doth no virtue bear;

Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find⁠—

The name God called when thy ideal fair

Arose in deeps of the eternal mind.

When that thou findest, thou art straight a lord

Of time and space⁠—art heir of all things grown;

And not my name, poor, earthly label-word,

But I myself thenceforward am thine own.

Thou hearest not? Or hearest as a man

Who hears the muttering of a foolish spell?

My very shadow would feel strange and wan

In thy abode:⁠—I say “No,” and “Farewell.”

Thou understandest? Then it is enough;

No shadow-deputy shall mock my friend;

We walk the same path, over smooth and rough,

To meet ere long at the unending end.