"The gingerbread has lost its gilding
That from afar appeared sublime.
I for eternity am building—
'Twas not amiss to build for time!
"The pilgrimage was long and painful,
Cheerless and cold the heights I win—
About me hangs a shadow baneful
Of that Eternal Feminine.
"Alas, I have not learned my lesson!
I feel a frantic, mad despair.