It may be that the dead have lit upon it,

Or those that never lived; no mortal can.

Forgael. I only of all living men shall find it.

Aibric. Then seek it in the habitable world,

Or leap into that sea and end a journey

That has no other end.

Forgael. I cannot answer.

I can see nothing plain; all’s mystery.

Yet, sometimes there’s a torch inside my head

That makes all clear, but when the light is gone