[♦] And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,—like one lost in a thorny wood,
[175] That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,—
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
180 And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.