THE human spirits saw I on a day,
Sitting and looking each a different way;
And hardly tasking, subtly questioning,
Another spirit went around the ring
To each and each: and as he ceased his say,
Each after each, I heard them singly sing,
Some querulously high, some softly, sadly low,
We know not,---what avails to know ?
We know not,---wherefore need we know ?
This answer gave they still unto his suing,
We know not, let us do as we are doing.
Dost thou not know that these things only seem ?---
I know not, let me dream my dream.
Are dust and ashes fit to make a treasure ?---
I know not, let me take my pleasure.
What shall avail the knowledge thou hast sought ?---
I know not, let me think my thought.
What is the end of strife ?---
I know not, let me live my life.
How many days or e'er thou mean'st to move ?---
I know not, let me love my love.
Were not things old once new ?---
I know not, let me do as others do.
And when the rest were over past,
I k . . .