• The going from a world we know

    To one a wonder still

    Is like the child's adversity

    Whose vista is a hill,

    Behind the hill is sorcery

    And everything unknown,

    But will the secret compensate

    For climbing it alone?

  • We never know we go when we are going —

    We jest and shut the Door —

    Fate — following — behind us bolts it —

    And we accost no more —