Long for sweet food and warmth and mate and young;
With the whole rising tide of that which is,
Thirst for advancement,—crave and yearn for it!
Yea, I desire! Then the compelling will
Urges to action to attain desire.
What action? Which desire? Am I a plant,
Rooted and helpless, following the light
Without volition? Or am I a beast,
Led by desire into the hunter’s snare?
Am I a savage, swayed by every wish,