Apol. I fear.
The Fates. Half female, half male—go, ambiguous thing!
While we speak—perchance sputter—pick up what we fling!
Known yet ignored, nor divined nor unguessed,
Such is Man's law of life. Do we strive to declare
What is ill, what is good in our spinning? Worst, best,
Change hues of a sudden: now here and now there
Flits the sign which decides: all about yet nowhere.
'T is willed so,—that Man's life be lived, first to last,
Up and down, through and through—not in portions, forsooth,