XXXVII + 

Tu Ne Quæsieris + 

For all the lore of Lodge and Myers + 

I cannot heal my torn desires, + 

Nor hope for all that man can speer + 

To make the riddling earth grow clear. + 

Though it were sure and proven well + 

That I shall prosper, as they tell, + 

In fields beneath a different sun + 

By shores where other oceans run, + 

When this live body that was I + 

Lies hidden from the cheerful sky, + 

Yet what were endless lives to me + 

If still my narrow self I be + 

And hope and fail and struggle still, + 

And break my will against God’s will, + 

To play for stakes of pleasure and pain + 

And hope and fail and hope again, + 

Deluded, thwarted, striving elf + 

That through the window of my self + 

As through a dark glass scarce can see + 

A warped and masked reality? + 

But when this searching thought of mine + 

Is mingled in the large Divine, + 

And laughter that was in my mouth + 

Runs through the breezes of the South, + 

When glory I have built in dreams + 

Along some fiery sunset gleams, + 

And my dead sin and foolishness + 

Grow one with Nature’s whole distress, + 

To perfect being I shall win, + 

And where I end will Life begin. + 