Seeks hot youth, till eld descending,
Leaves unread the secret pending.
What is Life? Truth answers never;
Darkly flows the secret river,
But its springs are hid for ever.
What is Truth? Man’s long endeavour
Finds the web but not the weaver:
Sleeps the riddle none may sever.
As it was in Time’s beginning,
Then, as now, while Fate is spinning