Untravelled, claiming all our company,
More secret than our wisdom may explore;
Into which darkness all of us must go.
I go untrammelled by mere selfishness,
Conscious that many hopes converged on me,
Till I became a symbol in men’s eyes;
And still more conscious of the silent strife
In mine own spirit when two courses lay
Before me, and a voice cried: ‘Choose the best!’
By what I choose now let my soul abide.