Meaning shines here for me, and I must wait,
A beggar at dark mystery’s gate,
Lamed in the start of my career.
The naked word I dare not prize so high,
I must translate it differently,
If by the Spirit I am rightly taught.
“In the beginning of all things was Thought.”
The first line let me ponder well,
Lest my pen outstrip my sense;
Is it Thought wherein doth dwell