Nay—lore that may by simple human wit
Be comprehended thou dost not impart.
Bitter experience has shown me this.
Like deeds which lead one on to lofty heights
And also cast one to abysmal depths,
Thy counsels pour a stream of fiery life
And also deathly chill into men’s souls.
They work at once e’en as the nod of fate
And also as a storm of living love.
Much had I sought and thought in earlier days