Thou canst ascend the clearest heights of truth,
And scan with steadfast gaze life’s tangled path;
And whether in the darkness or the light
Thou wilt retain thine own identity.
But me each moment may deprive of Self.
Deep down I had to dive within the hearts
Of those who late revealed themselves in speech.
I followed one to cloistered solitude,—
And in another’s soul I listened to
Felicia’s fairy lore. I was each one;