“This only know we—
We walk upon a world not knowable,
Save in those things which knowledge least deserve,
Yet capable, not less, of task heroic.
My trust is in my work: on that I fling me,
Trampling all questionings down.”
And yet the next moment he cries out:
“I sometimes think
That I am less a person than a power.
Some engine in the right hand of the gods,