Grappling amid the eternal verities,
Touched to it by the conflict; and seemed now
Clutching the air. A whelming sense of wrong
Flushed all my mood. As one who sees
All things, and nothing clearly, fearless of brow
I shook my answer free.
“My nobler Self!
Mine ultimate Good! Trickster with subtle speech!
What nobler self have I, what high, what low,
Contradistinguished, save what thou wouldst teach