Who art thou,
Thou tracker ’mid the day’s bright,
And ’mid the night’s deep;
E’en when I be astopped o’ track?
Who art thou,
That toucheth o’ the flesh o’ me,
And sendeth chill unto the heart o’ me?
Aye, and who art thou,
Who putteth forth thy hand
And setteth at alow the hopes o’ me?